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The New York Times
Saturday review of Books and Art ,
February 12, 1898, Page 18 - REVIEW : OF -: BOOKS AND ART. rEBRUART u. 1808....
REVIEW : OF -: BOOKS AND ART. rEBRUART u. 1808. and It the If -al-- spen- of in paid convenient well of Human It the said, the was memorial Lord the Lord a not his hard Mr.Dta-' my gay to I k. had Ireland the at deservedly Sir a of and see 'W'Tafrd'ArchT-'' experienced the hla a and for Jeer Day.' "became the considered him not he easy, ans." although vln- to an gone four there master-. von ' two all and his he a of goes the Mac-eulays the and his In but thai .,.t Siosion jCeiier, Two Western Novels ly "Women Tne March Atlantic Boston -- " "Art duh Plctttfefc- BOSTON,- by Western women, M The King; of the Town," by Miss Ellen Mackubln, and "An Elusive Lover," by Miss Verna Woods, will appear on Saturday with the imprint of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin A Co.- Ths former Is a story of a "three-company post" and a mining settlement," and the hero, a reformed sinner of the militant, repentant species, one of the best among the many strange preachers to be found In novels of Western life. If one may believe the fiction of the ranch, the mine, and the railway town, the dwellers and workers therein are absolutely deaf to the consolations of religion unless their minister be picturesque. So much the better for the East, where the fiction Is read, and perhaps some Eastern congregations might, be the better if it could exchange black broadcloth and vulgar familiarity with Providence for buckskin and true wvereneeV""Oher"i less edifying sermons In the New York and Boston Monday morning papers than one finds in MIbs Mackubln's pages. There are no sermons in "An Elusive Lover," but there are a tantalising mystery and some pleasant description of California scenery. The author IS fond of enigmatic stories, and keeps her secret very well. ; -r: . - Mr. K. Mitsukuri, who is now lecturing In Boston,' will contribute- a paper on " The Social and Domestlo Life of Japan " to the March Atlantic It will be awaited with some curiosity by readers accustomed to Mr. Lafcadlo Hearn's enthusiastic descriptions. Mr. Henry D. Bedg-wlclc. under the title " English as Against French Literature," will plead the case of the less generally lauded language; Mr. Francis C Lowell will write of " The Municipal Service of Boston," a subject not to be approached with temerity; Mr. E. L Godkin will discuss "Australian Democracy"; Mr. J. Irving Manatt will tell all that la known of "Bacchylldes and His Country," and even in Boston Bacchylldes was not a familiar subject until very lately. "A First Night In Shakespeare's Time," by H, W. Fisher; "The Delight of the Mandaria," by Miss Hade- line Yale "Wynne, and " The Crisis of the Englleh Nation," by Mr. J. N. Larned, are among; the miscellaneous contents of the number. Here are some words from a recent conversation: "Say! Is it true that there were 700 pictures sent to this exhibition? Did they reject twice as many as they took? Say! Are there really 700 artists In Boston? Or did they have pictures from all over? I'm waiting for a catalogue! Oh! catalogues up stairs?" And up went Miss Chicago, leaving the youth exhibition of the Boston Art Club smiling seraphlcally, for of all the scores that had passed before him since the formal opening, she was the first to seem conscious of his existence, and, moreover, she was pretty enough for him to perceive her prettlness. although St Kevin waa wildly susceptible compared to a Boston boy In an official position...- ; ,.,., Perhaps the most noteworthy trait of the. women's portraits assembled at- the exhibition this year la the general lack of calmnesa and repose. Carolus Duran -or Gainsborough or Sir Joshua reveal a wo- man who has paused for a moment: Mr. Gibson's Illustrations betray the poise and gesture of an Instant of energetic action. The women who sit to the younger 'portrait' painters: seem intensely -fearful that some muscle may be Inactive, that some- emotion may not - be rendered evident to all beholders. They are anxious to be expressive from the topmost tress of their pretty hair to the lowest thread ,oJLJthjucJyit and the only one of them who is in a state of placidity is the lady in Mr. Frederick D. Henwood's " A Favorite Author," and that Is hot actually catalogued as a portrait. This fair damsel sits sidewlse In a chair, and Is reading with enjoyment evidently heightened by the consciousness that her skirts are judiciously, disposed to display an admirable silk petticoat and that her fur mantle Is everything that It IhoOTorbeTraanmde matter of policy. Soliloquising,' by the same artist, Is the portrait of a beautiful, high-spirited girl, . leaning one-lbow on her knee, her chin on her hand, and discoursing most eloquently but to a hearer, not to "herself or by herself. The girl of to-day does not waste her words in that fashion on or off canvas. How can she? What time has she. for solitary, communing? When has she a moment for such quiet as Fanny Kemble's in La wrenee's. portrait? Mr. Stacy Tolman Illustrates her perfectly In a .portrait requiring very little Imagination to see real movement In the1 eager figure within the frame. ? f ' ; ' ' " Miss, Laura Lee,; by, Mr. Alfred E. Smith, show 'the woman Of, the. other modern, type, the .serious woman with a profession and a mission, and 'there Is no lack of seriousness, either In the artist or In the subject; and there Is perfect repose In the portraits of , certain gentlewomen reprcsenUag ths species found sixty years ago in Th Athenaeum by Dr. Holmes. Said hei.-,; V: .. ... You must be a' harmless soul; I cannot think that Sin : Would care to throw its loaded dice ... With such a staks to win." .. -The type persists, and still has Its "porv-trait done," but It Is quiet It is only tha; pretty girls who desire that ths world. shalT fully "perceive their vivacity. 7 If one Judged by ths male portraits, on would say that the modern American, young or old. was ths most solemn and earnest Of human creatures. Tber Is fine gravity about almost every picture, an air half way between 1 that which should be worn by the university don and that of the financial king determined never -to disgrace or to lose his royalty. Even Mr. Lehmann, aa painted by Mr, Wilton Lockwood, has a more thoughtful " face than Cabinet position, bimetallism, theology, .and golf have thus far given to Mr. Arthur Balfour. After ths comparatively obscure real men and women should come those known to everybody, the heroes and heroines ot history and fiction and poetry, and ot these there is precisely one exhibited, unless one may count Mr. Eric Pape'i "Sphinx by Moonlight." -The exception is Mr. Jared B. -Flaggs ' Hester Prynn In Prison," and the despairing steadfast neas of her . beautiful face,, ths. unmoved. -quiet of her attitude, are heightened iq effect by the animation or the portraits, " Ths Prayer," by Jean Paul Sellnger, a peasant girl In transparent muslin cap and dress of cool gray, tranquilly poring; over a small volume, which might "bea spelling book as far as any trace of devotional expression reveals its nature, becomes very striking for the same reason although It would be beautiful anywhere with any title. - - The artistic tendencies revealed by ths exhibition are less encouraging than ths soclaltendendeaTbetoo-vivacloug young girls will be tamed Into eagerly devoted mothers and the sober men know where to find and how to enjoy a jest, but nothing will change the human nature which wreaks Itself In " impressions," and some of the impressions on the walls of these galleries Indicate that the impressed artists are afflicted with nearly complete cataract and incipient strabismus. The first impressionists reveled In touches called dabs and smudges by ths rude and unfeeling;; their heirs and assigns seem to find their standard of per-fectlon in canvases looking aa If scraps of slightly crimped tissue paper had been gummed on a ground of gray or of moldy green, and there are so many of these works visible here that one. shudders to" think how many must have been excluded, knowing that their artists will show them elsewhere long before the season ends. One picture, "October Evening." by Mr. J. J. Enneklng, Is so hung that It Is visible In two of the three galleries, and It la a pleasure to see Its effect upon .those who first perceive it from a distance. The sky and the forest have ever been Mr. Enneklng's favorite, and the sunset which burns behind the trees in this plet- ure pales all adjacent hues by Its glow. " A Maine Maple," by Mr. Hy. Sandham, 'is a bad neighbor for similar reasons, for the " tree flames with that wonderful red peculiar to it while other trees still untouched by frost enhance its hues with their sober green. Of the marine views, Mr. Marshall Johnson's " Rounding Cape Horn " and " Coming Through the Fog " are most conspicuous at a first inspection, although Mr. Abbott . Graves's . " The Dawn, of,, Hope L. is ..not easily forgotten f. Two shipwrecked - sailors desperately clinging to the shrouds, drenched in the green water which already half wraps them about and reaches upward to sweep ttemAway, percelv be!6W the sullen cloud of the upper heavens the clear gleam that promises calmer waters and the; possibility-of -llfafy? dtuerxenturea... to be boldly hopeful, but both axe en-cou raged xtonew; efforts What lng, mummer?" demanded the .child always present In picture galleries: ' ", Why do they look as If somebody had given 'emsomethlng? " Eyjdently.rieoafflst.; has' caught TKe proper 'expression. """' y t An Elrevir. From Literature. A London dealer has now a fine copy of one of the rarest Etsevlrs for sale. This Is " L'Eschole de Balerne " of 10G1, welL bound In red morocco, 131 millimetres In height, and the price asked for His only 12 guineas, A copy of this book, which Is in the library ofTRobert'irdeThoTd'slhe rec6rd"rorTsevfrs. It Is 147 millimetres In height and, although it consists f only 139 pages, yet at the sals -of; the de Behague library It fetched lv,100f. The difference between the two books Is merely a fraction ot an Inch,' but aa the latter happens to be the tallest copy hv existence an otherwise Insignificant quantity of blank paper rises to such importsnce that ts value can only be measured In hundreds -of pounds. Two Cigars from -Wales. .' i i From " H. H. H. the prince of Wslea" ( On one occasion,' when he was attending a big fire, his Royal Highness asked a re- ' porter for some details, which were Instantly, given. At the conclusion of the conversation the Prince offered his Inform- ' ant a cigar, which the latter immediately wrapped up In a page of his notebook snd placed in his pocket " Don't you smoke?" asked the Prince. " Oh, yes,'f said the re- . porter, "but I am not likely ever to get another cigar from the Prince of Wales." The Prince laughed, and, once more producing his cigar case, said: "You had better , save another one this time te smoke," - .. - -..,:-.( ..-- ; t .-, i ' i . l 4 ." : i . .- l. I I i i 1.

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