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Although 214 the great world of small contemporaries did not hail Mr. Noel particularly gladly, those “fit who read poetry (some call them the "fit and few ") must agree that there was something of the poet in him. Moreover, he was IN a former book Mr. Gurney, vicar of sincere, and he loved nature, and he loved S. Barnabas, Pimlico, attempted "to exchildren. As with Tennyson, his best work pound and glorify friendship." Here his is the 66 " its flowered from a great grief. The death of theme marriage mystery, his little son produced A Little Child's marvels and meanings. His verse is of Monument, his most enduring claim to excellent intention, and that is all. remembrance. This may not be immortal vicar of S. Barnabas was happy in his verse, but it touches : marital relations; but he is no poet, and despite his slim search-light of song, the "marriage-mystery" remains for us unsolved; but he is modest, and if his muse does not arouse enthusiasm, it is a wellbehaved muse. Here is a specimen : TWENTY-ONE MINOR POETS. A whereon the productions of the song-smiths of the day are stacked would hold no more, it occurred to us to give these volumes the attention that memoirs and books about cathedrals receive. So we emptied the shelf and the slim volumes were read. We found plenty of fluent, cultured, melodious verse-plenty of little birds with agreeable twitters, but no larks. The result of our labour is below. Something is quoted from each songster. We 'offer you, as it were, a slice from the breast. If the taste is to your palate, there is more of the bird for the asking. By Severn Sea. By T. Herbert Warren. (Murray.) THE President of Magdalen belongs to the reflective school of poetry. His verse is quiet, reserved, urbane; every syllable has been carefully weighed; every epithet "What is the grey world, darling, Will she waft upon her wing, dear, I am lying in the grave, love, Yet I hear the wind rave, love, I would lie asleep, darling, Unhearing the world weep, darling, tested; and the file has gone over all Rhymes of Ironquill. Selected and Arranged And this the beginning of his address to by J. A. Hammerton. (George Redway.) Lord Rosebery: again and again. Hence we have a matured volume, as excellent as study and pains can make it. Mr. Warren certainly does not sing because he must, but because he likes to, and here are the fruits of his scholarly enjoyment. We like the book not a little. It reflects the kindly courteous temperament of a lover of good literature, of the best literary traditions, and of the West of England. There is much that we would willingly quote, but we must confine ourselves to these stanzas from his address to the author of Lorna Doone: Prose poet of the fabled West, Ere school and railway had begun By Dart and Lynn their mellow length, That lingered on by combe and tor, In his "IRONQUILL" is known to the postman as write thus: "FEAR YE HIM. 1 fear Him not, nor yet do I defy. My lord, if but for thy most honest word, True Englishmen will honour thee this day." And this d propos a certain London firm who supplied the Transvaal with arms: "Oh, England! Curse this hour, cover thy head! Where is thine honour fled ?" But the poem by which Mr. Cobbett would "Look upon my face, And note therein this sacred passion's trace The mad desire of a soul deep-stirr'd, Choke, ere 'tis spoken, each tumultuous word And having seen and heard, then, if thou canst, With this proud trophy be thy fame enhanced- A Vision of England, and other Poems. By "How came it thou wast torn from Europe's strand When They the Bondwoman," she attacks the difficult adds, says Miss Carey, who introduces the In ancient days? The Atlantic, surging strong Between the mounts o'er which th' archangel's Once held its mighty guard, as told in song, littl ballad: The book is dedicated to the Queen. With the sentiment of the last two lines we heartily concur: door "May thou and thine go through the open And hear 'Well done!' and join the heavenly choir." Songs of Flying Hours. By Dr. E. W. Watson. (Philadelphia: H. T. Coates & Co.) "With staves they beat His patient back, A darkness spread. The sun sank, dead. And cross'd their breasts and pray'd. These homely goatherds stirr❜d. Their bones await God's Final Word." Rip Van Winkle. By William Akerman. "We were drawing very near, And the cliffs shone white and clear, When a host of flowers sweet Like a blessing and a welcome from the land. I had seen rare flowers bloom For many a weary day, From my cottage in a sunny English lane, Came my longing eyes to greet, Like a blessing and a welcome home again." Lays and Legends of England. THE title-poem is a dramatic version in We can imagine this volume being welcome แ By M. C. MR. TYNDALL is a patriot, and he would Now skall to the Vikings, the Vikings so bold, The Child of the Bondwoman, and Other Verses. By Jean Carlyle Graham. (David Nutt.) MRS. GRAHAM writes verse with some power; she has plenty of imagination, and plenty of words. But she is too ambitious. In ho longest of these poems, "The Child of Ahoi, my bold Vikings, Ahoi! Ahoi, my bold Vikings, Ahoi! And wind, sweep o'er the swan's bath more fortunes to find, Ahoi, my bold Vikings, Ahoi!” Here is Mr. "Not a cloud or a care on the spirit can lurk, Drift Weed. By H. M. Burnside. (Hutchin- "Tis the sport of all sports, I contend. When the ruck has tailed off, to be in the first flight, With the pick of the field, and the hounds Sixty minutes with never a check going well, Rise in Cut out th There, wi With A Tale from Boccaccio. By Arthur Coles Ir may have been noticed by those that MR. ARMSTRONG is a correct, if not impas. sioned, practitioner in verse. The title-poem is the longest; but it is machine-madean epithet which, indeed, applies to most of Mr. Armstrong's poetry. The machine it is true, is well-oiled and accurate: but a machine none the less. We like the poet best in the following lyric: "DEATH'S SLEEP. "I know where violets live, When leaves are dead and sere, I am so still and warm Laid in a quiet sleep; Oh! wherefore dost thou cry? And wherefore dost thou weep?" A Window in Lincoln's Inn. By Addison MR. M'LEOD diversifies rather good sonnets " 'Higher than Watkin's Tower at Wembley "Only we spell it with a capital C." Such remarks had best be put direct into prose. The book is the product of a critical mind that has observed and thought. It is not constructive; but the workmanship is deft. Here is a fair sonnet: "Not in a dark cathedral, where the knees Press velvet; and the lips from cups of gold Rise in disdain; and tempests, wintry cold, With bitter bread and rough and eager On peaks that only hardiest feet have trod, Turn to their Maker, with a touch divine, Sent Back by the Angels. By the Rev. "As they lounge at ease, and toast their knees, The host, with a laugh, will say, 'My kingdom's small, but over it all I reign with a despot's sway. No serious dame may freeze my joke With a glance of her awful eye, Nor cough rebuke from a cloud of smoke, Nor put the decanter by. I feel in my heart, says Doctor Dan, For that poor white slave, the married man. the translation of Moschus' "Lament for "Why is old love just like new love? Pan: A Collection of Lyrical Poems. By blank verse the story of evolution to the "The brute still dominant, And from his Being sprung At the Gates of Song: Sonnets. By Lloyd From thy dark casement leaning, half And to the lutes of love that low repine Across the midnight of the hushed lagoon I On such a night as this thou didst entwine soon. Thy lover left, but ere he left thy room Thou kissed it as he vanished in the gloom; Hath left it ever rosy round the rim. LIKE Tom Moore, Mr. Johnson sings by Poems. By Henry D. Muir. (Chicago.) MR. MUIR's book bears no publisher's name. The verses inside it are not, on the whole, such as would attract a publisher. They are full of the fine phrasings of the budding, imitative, and entirely unpromising singer. Mr. Muir is at his best in the one humorous piece we find in his volume. It is called Literary Musings." "Corked up in Memory's bottle, I've gems from Aristotle; have gone through Homer's epics and have stuck my nose in Plato; I have formed a good idea Of Euripides'' Medea,' Aristophanes, Eschylus, and Smith on 'The Sappho, Ovid. Virgil, Horace, And many a Grecian chorus, While Shakespeare, Scott, and Dickens, But ne'er in verse or story, Nor in the drama's glory, Nor in the bright romantic tale, nor in the briny yarn, Have I found that satisfaction Which I drew in youth's abstraction From the blood-and-thunder novel that I read behind the barn." The Starless Crown, and Other Poems. By Verses entitled "Gone to Grandmamma's," Work from morn till night." DECADENT, MYSTIC, CATHOLIC. his earlier works. which is as simple in construction and as than the dozens of Parisian novelists whom the institution of the feuilleton enables La Cathédrale. Par J. K. Huysmans. to turn out romances as if by machinery for (Paris: P. V. Stock.) the delectation of the newspaper-reading THIS long-expected book is out at last, and public. His earlier critics, while giving bids fair to attract as much attention as its him credit for a strength not apparent to predecessors. Although not published till English eyes, seem to have noted in him only the beginning of the present month, it is two peculiarities-viz., a passion for trivial details and a tendency to dwell upon the seventh edition, and already in its arrangements have been made for its revolting. Both these failings they attriappearance in English dress. It is, how-buted, perhaps with reason, to his Flemish ever, so unlike any ordinary novel in form extraction, while his excursion into the and conception that it is hardly possible to eccentric in A Rebours must have seemed to appreciate it without some acquaintance many to have been inspired by the love of with M. Huysmans' own career and with cabotinage or play-acting for its own sake from which no Parisian is ever entirely free. These discussions and Durtal's Joris Karl Huysmans is one of a dis- But with Là-Bas, the opening volume of his new venture, M. Huysmans bounded clear soliloquies take up the greater part of the tinguished family of artists, for some of the ruck of his fellow-craftsmen and book; but spiritual matters are not neglected. generations domiciled in Paris, and а descendant of Huysman de Malines, whose became at once, if his publishers' figures The religious ceremonies at which Durtal works belong to the Flemish school of the are in anyway to be trusted, one of the most assists are described with much fervour and seventeenth century. Born in the Bohemian popular writers in France. In this most wealth of detail, and both the priests are life of the capital, he early preferred litera- daring book M. Huysmans shows us M. represented as busying themselves with his ture to design, and made his bow to the Durtal, a blasé man of letters, in whom state of mind and with the melancholy public at the age of twenty-six with a small some see the hero of A Rebours grown older, which perpetually besets him. Finally, they volume of poems only too plainly inspired engaged in writing a history of the monster prevail upon him to undertake another volume of poems only too plainly inspired Gilles de Rais, once the brother-in-arms of retreat, this time to the Benedictine Abbey by Baudelaire's Fleurs du Mal. Later, he Joan of Arc, whose many crimes are detailed of Solesmes and we leave him on the way became a disciple of Zola, and published, in 1876, his first novel, Marthe, wherein he by Mr. Baring Gould in his Book of thither; but this, though it ends the book, describes the life of a courtesan of the lower Werewolves. Durtal, while chronicling the does not exhaust the series. Already two insane atrocities of this wretch, receives the more volumes are in preparation, and from class with such pronounced realism that the advances of Mme. Chantelouve, a member hints dropped in the former volumes we can book had to be published in Brussels. of the upper middle class of Parisian Catholic pronounce one of them to be the life of Then followed in quick succession Les Sœurs Vatard, the history of two factory society, but a secret adherent of the supposed St. Lydwine or Lidwine (M. Huysmans sect of devil-worshippers. By her he is sect of devil-worshippers. By her he is seems himself uncertain as to the spelling), girls; En Ménage, a study in divorce, and taken to a disused chapel in the heart of Paris, who apparently played a considerable part Several other works of which it is only where Satan is formally invoked by an apos-in Durtal's conversion; while the other will ‣ necessary to mention here A Rebours (“The Wrong Way"). In this, surely one of the tate priest, and a horrible parody of the mass deal with his reception in some Benedictine is celebrated, followed by an orgy of hysteri- house as an "oblate "-i.e., a sort of lay most tedious books ever written, M. Huys- cal lust. But all this disgusting machinery monk, who is subject to the Rule, but does mans describes with wearisome minuteness is, so to speak, but the drum beaten outside the not take the irrevocable vows of the Order. the vagaries of a debauchee of good family, booth to draw the crowd to the show inside; We sincerely hope that M. Huysmans will who, worn out with excess at the age of thirty, buys with the sale of his ancestral and the real purpose of the book is shown in leave his hero in peace when he gets him certain conversations which take place round there. Five volumes on the history of one property a house in the suburbs of Paris, the dinner-table of Carhaix, a bell-ringer of soul should satisfy even Mr. Arthur Balfour. and sets seriously to work to console himself, St. Sulpice. Carhaix and his wife are both like Pope's Sporus, with the pleasures of taste. So exquisite is his sensibility that he Bretons, pious with the piety of Catholics secludes himself not only from society, but who have never known doubt, and Durtal's from Nature herself, and lives only by fellow-guests are a doctor who apparently from Nature herself, and lives only by artificial light in rooms decorated in extra- represents the scientific negation of the artificial light in rooms decorated in extra-supernatural, and an astrologer who exhibits ordinary colours, fitted instead of windows ordinary colours, fitted instead of windows in his own person the absurdity of an overwith aquariums filled with coloured water credulous belief in it. As may be guessed, and clockwork fish, and perfumed by an the simple faith of Carhaix shines by the apparatus on which he can compose "sym-side of the doctor's cold scepticism and phonies" of scent instead of sound. Had Durtal's mental unrest, and the book ends M. Huysmans ever shown a spark of humour with his prophecy to the latter. in any of his writings, we might here suspect him of a satire after the fashion of The Colonel or Patience upon the aesthete of his time. But the book is inspired by a different motive, and when its hero is dragged back by his doctors to Paris with a digestion ruined by a dietary of liqueurs, strange teas and other nastinesses, he utters the cry: manner as to move the most On the whole, we are a little disappointed with La Cathédrale. Durtal does not, indeed, His struggles improve on acquaintance. with the flesh at La Trappe, his terrible conflict with himself over his first confession, and his doubts and fears about receiving the Eucharist, were depicted for us in so lifelike a thoughtless. It was impossible, in fact, to read En Route without feeling as one would at the sight of a man struggling with a rushing stream for his life. But with Durtal at Chartres it is much more difficult to sympathise. His conversion has brought him no peace of mind, and he goes through the process which Kingsley described as "fingering his spiritual muscles to see if they are growing," with the most irritating frequency. Moreover, though the superiority of the mystic over the ordinary believer is vaunted on almost every page, Durtal does not seem to be making progress towards the conscious union of the soul with the Deity, which is said by all mystics to be the goal at which they aim. Although we are told he has been set at La Trappe, on the road to the Mystic City, and even to have "perceived its confines on the horizon, he is in no hurry to continue his course. Instead, he devotes himself to much maundering about the symbolical meanings of "Here below," he says, "all is decomposed, all is dead-but above! Oh, I admit that the outpouring of the Holy Ghost, the advent of the Divine Paraclete may be delayed! But the texts which announced it are inspired, and the future may be counted upon, The dawn will be clear." M. Huysmans' next book, En Route, the only one which has yet been translated into Lord, have pity on a Christian who doubts, English, unfolds another chapter in the on the sceptic who wishes to believe, on the history of Durtal's soul. Shocked by the Convict for life embarking alone and in dark-sudden deaths of Carhaix and the doctor, he ness under a sky which the cheering signallights of an ancient hope no longer lighten." It is with the answer to this prayer that M. Huysmans concerns himself in the series of which La Cathédrale is the last example. So far, M. Huysmans had made no ambitious appeal to the public more slips back rather than is reconverted to the |