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whether it would be worth while to The more esteemed English games, imitate them. For our own part, we such as cricket and football, are coshould shrink from these mental operative; they succeed or fail accordlabors among the sand dunes. Al- ing to the success with which a side though Mr. Schmidt says they are not combines. Running, jumping, and so tiresome, we fear we should find them on, are opportunities for the more selfexhausting. Of course, many games centred aims of the specialist, and it which are truly recreative, such as is in these that Americans shine. The billiards and bridge, are a kind of training of an eminent American athmathematical problem. If one of lete is a period of complete constraint. them is chiefly a question of angles, He is dominated by his trainer, who the other is largely a tax on the mem- orders every moment of his life. The ory. But these games recreate tired question arises whether the means men because they are professedly does not obscure the end. This, change of mental occupation. Change fear, is the modern tendency, and it is is always in a sense rest. But billiards perhaps inevitably encouraged by the and bridge are not played in the open Olympic games. We hardly see yet air; tiey are not physical recreations. whither we shall be led. But it may True, billiards requires a certain be necessary before long to answer amount of walking round the table, these questions: Is it good enough? but probably the exercise is not more Has the game become merged in the than just enough to prolong the lives business? Have the joy and the reof people who would otherwise fall laxation given place to a new tax upinto the fatal habit of going to sleep on nervous energy? English horse. after dinner. Games in the open air

men, to take an illustration, have require a proper balance between the shown that they

school their physical exertion and the mental ap- horses to the highly technical art of plication. The latter must be suffi- jumping in the show ring, but they ciently firm to amount to a strong in- are quite right, we think, to care less centive—without that any game would for scoring marks at exhibitions than be boring beyond words—but it does for the more careless and exhiliarating not exclude the possibility of observ- juniping of cross-country riding. ing the weather and the scenery, of Again, every man, it is said, can be. acting on brilliant impulses, or even come a "strong man” by assiduous of chaffing one's opponent.

training of his muscles and make his An American athlete or player of calves stand out “like penny buns," as games is seldom “a good all-round Stevenson says of the statue of Herman.” He is a specialist. We should cules in "The Wrong Box"; but most ourselves much prefer to be good of us would rather be supple and apt enough at several different games to at popular games than be able to lift be a competent and useful opponent. a cart-horse. Ultimately, in a more That is enough for enjoyment. Versa- perfect world than promises itself at tility is the secret of pleasure, for it present, it may be admitted that it is continually happens in life that

after all fine and happier thing has opportunities of playing one game to know how to play a game than in one place and another game in an- how to win a game. Byron tells that other place. The difference between as a boy he held that, the English idea and the American “Actium lost for Cleopatra's eyes may be roughly expressed by the dif- Outbalanced all the Caesar's victories." ference between games and athletics. Defeat at the Olympic Games




through playing the game, playing ous than a mechanic victory. Drudgery like its lovers rather than its slaves, is not the soil in which an olive fit to like freemen rather than pieces of ma- crown athletes will ever deign to chinery-would be much more glori. grow.

The Spectator.



There are few themes more beautiful for literature than a tribute to a peasant mother by a scholar son. In “My Lady of the Chimney Corner" Alexander Irvine gives a portrait of his Irish mother almost perfect in its blending of tenderness and humor. His "Anna" is, in many respects, fit to place beside Barrie's “Jess” of “The Window in Thrums" and "Margaret Ogilvie," or "Margaret” of “Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush." Poverty in its extremest form is the setting for this rarely spiritual woman who placed in her small son's hands the "handles or God's plow," and here is brought home to us with poignancy the poetry of humble life. This is a book to read and re-read, for its beauty and its wit, for the quaint figures of "Anna's" neighbors, who flit continuously in and out of the narrative, and for the richness of its English touched with Celtic glamor. There is no striving after effect, no forced sentimentality, no device to win a possibly indifferent reader, but rather the directness and perfect simplicity which make the author's words almost a flawless vehicle for his thought. The Century Company.

able, by the laws of her church, to obtain a divorce from her husband, or if one should be granted, to marry Martin. Hall Caine does not solve the problem. He points out evils about which the reader may draw his own conclusions, but the novelist comes to the rescue of the thinker and allows Mary O'Neill to die with the threads of her life still tangled. The greatest power of the book lies in its ability to present two sides of the question. Sometimes it seems that Mary O'Neill must be justified in following the lead of her impulses, and at other times the reader's sympathies are with the conventional standpoint of the world. It is this power which gives Hall Caine distinction in the company of sensational novelists. J. B. Lippincott Company.

Gene Stratton-Porter's “Laddie" is supposed to be told by Little Sister, the youngest of twelve children, regarded as altogether an undesirable possession by all her elders, and created with an insatiable desire to have a finger in every pie and a word in every bargain. She has a most uncanny gift of foreseeing both words and actions, and nothing but her unselfishness prevents her from being altogether unlovely. As she is, she enjoys every minute of her life, and tells the love story of her favorite brother, very prettily. The book is curiously like "The Ffolliots of Red Marley” in many things and especially in the imp of mischief who plays Puck for the torment of all the lovers in the story.

Those qualities, good and bad, which have made Hall Caine's novels attract so many readers are all present in “The Woman Thou Gavest Me." It tells of the life of Mary O'Neill, who as an innocent, convent-bred girl, was married against her wishes to a profligate. Later she met and loved Martin Conrad, an Antarctic explorer. but was un

But the imp in “Laddie" is a boy, and from one of his performances, let all be divined. He is reciting texts in Sunday school, and, instead of the decorous two expected of him, he presents thirteen beginning with “Jesus wept” and adding twelve, each one aimed straight at some member of the congregation. His father contrives to turn his devices to the general good, and the scene ends in a praise meeting, and all the foolishness and kna vishness in the story is similarly transformed until nothing but happiness is possible and every body begins to enjoy it. This disposal of destinies is of course borrowed from the French, but is there anything good in American or English fiction that is not borrowed from the French, who borrow from the Hebrew and from the Greek, the three agreeing that there is nothing new under the sun? "Laddie" is excellent comedy. Doubleday, Page & Company.

pions the cause of her own people and Marshall is equally a strong believer in progress at any cost to individuals. A clash of personalities and principles ensues which makes an absorbing story. The author gets very close to the mountain people and her descriptions of their life are graphic and often moving, but no minor detail is allowed to hamper the splendid forward swing of the plot. The book handles a large theme in a large way. Charles Scribner's Sons.

There are two very strong persons in Frances Nimmo Greene's novel “The Right of the Strongest," and there are two strong opposing causes, each with its champions. One of the persons is a young school teacher, Mary Elizabeth Dale, who has been educated by a philanthropist on the understanding that she go back to her people in the mountains of Alabama and devote her life to them. The other is John Marshall, who comes to the mountain community where Mary Elizabeth is teaching for the purpose of acquiring land for a great money making project. The ancestors of the mountaineers in this place failed to register their claims to the land which they settled, and it is John Marshall's idea to force the unsuspecting and independent folk out of their homes, and to seize their lands. Mary Elizabeth and Marshall are attracted to each other, but the woman naturally cham

From melodrama to farce is so long a step that Mr. E. Phillips Oppenheim's readers will be greatly surprised to find that he has taken it in planning his latest book, "The Double Life of Mr. Alfred Burton," still more surprised, perhaps, to find that the farce becomes the vehicle of a moral lesson, apparently almost in spite of its writer. The impossible element is, however, even more important in the plot than in novels of any of the species produced by Mr. Oppenheim in earlier days, and, thanks to this, he loses none of his power to attract and retain attention. Mr. Alfred Burton, endowed with the superhuman attribute of deciding his own destiny, by choosing which of two temperaments shall direct his behavior, must inevitably play the clown, but is very nearly pathetic, so grievously is his soul racked by the difficulties of his position. As for the reader, so swiftly are the colored lights changed that he hardly knows at what kind of histrionics he is gazing, and doubts whether to be severely reprehensive or gently approving, and reads the story at least twice to decide. Even Mr. Oppenheim can hardly be expected to produce a second novel in this manner, but Mr. Alfred Burton is perfectly adapted to amuse his audience for a while. Little, Brown & Co.



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Japan's Status Among the Nations. By Saint Nihal Singh.

LONDON QUArterly RevIEW 707 II. Poetry: and Women Poets as Artists. By Margaret L. Woods.



The Strength of the Hills. Chapter II. Poor and Proud.
By Halliwell Sutcliffe. (To be continued.)
Of the Browning MSS. by Frederic G. Kenyon.

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Far better than all gardens is a gar

den of a moodColumbus might have found it, and,

in finding, understood. The wanderers in waste places they

can feel and understand The spirit of deep quiet in the com

mune that she planned.

ST. MARY'S BELLS It's pleasant in Holy Mary By San Marie lagoon, The bells they chime and jingle From dawn to afternoon. They rhyme and chime and mingle, They pulse and boom and beat, And the laughing bells are gentle And the mournful bells are sweet. Oh, who are the men that ring them, The bells of San Marie, Oh, who but sonsie seamen Come in from over sea, And merrily in the belfries They rock and sway and hale, And send the bells a-jangle, And down the lusty ale. It's pleasant in Holy Mary To hear the beaten bells

If I was King of England, and I lost

my golden crown, If I was Mayor of London, and they

hunted me from Town, I'd seek the secret garden, and the

hidden place that She Gave for a joy to birds and flowers, and men God made like me.

Ben Kendim. The Spectator.

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