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of the groups are From the Battery to Trinity, Within Half a Mile of City Hall, Greenwich and Chelsea Villages, The Washington Square Neighborhood, The East Side, From Union Square to Madison Square, From Madison Square through Central Park, The Bronx and Beyond, and Over the Water. Most of the authors cited are American, but Dickens and Mrs. Trollope are quoted for descriptions of the city in 1842 and 1831. The little book would make a pretty gift and is full of charming reading diverting alike for residents of the city and visitors to it. The Macmillan Company.
It seems strange that in all the years since the Christmas story and the Christmas number became annual observances "The Book of Christmas" was not long ago prepared and printed, for without doubt it will immediately become, and will long remain, a Christmas gift in high favor. It is a volume of some four hundred pages bound in gold and green, illustrated with half tone pictures reproducing "Holy Families" and "adorations" by great masters. The literary contents are poems, short tales and descriptive sketches, folk lore and popular observances, each species grouped by itself. The twelve lists of titles are grouped within decorations devised by Mr. George Wharton Edwards, and each faces one of his pen and ink drawings reflecting the spirit of the poems or stories following it. All this pretty ingenuity will endear the volume to properly appreciative readers, and if as a theatre audience cries "Author!" they shout "Editor!" when they find no name on the title page, it will not be surprising, for the collection has been made with great good taste. The introduction is by Mr. Hamilton W. Mabie; it is just to the book, but rather patronizing to the day. The Macmillan Company.
The extraordinarily good photographs taken by Mr. Will S. Monroe to be reproduced as illustrations of his "Sicily" enhance the value of the book written but a few weeks before the earthquake and enlarged by a brief account of that calamity, accompanied by a few pictures showing the ruin wrought by it. The volume is beautifully bound and printed and excellently adapted to serve as a gift book, but like all the "Travel Lovers' " books, it is something more. It summarizes the history of a country successively visited by every important phase of civilization in Southern Europe and North Africa, beginning with the Phoenicians, and no other work of its size effects as much; it gives a fair view of Sicilian literature, music and art; it enumerates the chief resources and industries of the land, and indicates their present state of development, and it sets the peculiarities of the island, the mafia and brigandage, in a properly adjusted light, neither exaggerated nor untruthfully flattering. With it the stay-at-home may know Sicily better than nine-tenths of its inhabitants know it, and the traveller under its direction, may see ten times as much as will be revealed to him who contents himself with the wisdom of the guide book. L. C. Page & Co.
"'Cajan" should be a word of magic for the countrymen of Longfellow, for the 'Cajans are the descendants of those kinsmen of Evangeline who made their way to the Bayous of the South, and may still be found there with manners and ways of thought not SO greatly changed by years. All the characters in "Marie of Arcady" are 'Cajans. Marie, coming from no one knows where, with amazingly clean hands, is made a pupil in the village school and a member of one of the village families, no one insisting upon an exact explanation of her coming and
every one treating her with gentle courtesy always excepting the naughty boy of the school. The author, Miss F. Hewes Lancaster, develops her characters by repeating the idle talk of their neighbors, thus showing "the scholard," who can actually write his own name and is content to allow his numberless children to grow up and his wife to toil in abject poverty; M. Moise and his wife, the advisers of the little community, loving, sagacious and kind, and their big son Aluin; the halfwitted son of the rich man and his tragic love for Marie; and Marie herself, silent, frightened, dreading always the horror from which she has fled. The little schoolroom in which the young folks study, play tricks on one another and adjust their love affairs is the scene of many a charming bit of comedy. The delicate touches by which the tale is perfected; the slow speech in the quaint dialect make the book unique. Small, Maynard & Co.
The "New New York" by Mr. John C. Van Dyke and Mr. Joseph Pennell is a work as characteristic of its time and of the place of its production as Sir Walter Besant's "London," and in its honest simplicity it is incomparable among all the books written of American cities. Mr. Van Dyke's knowledge of the history and growth of New York and Mr. Pennell's wide acquaintance with other cities give them such a joint equipment for criticism of the "New" New York as has been brought, to bear on no other American city. Mr. Van Dyke begins by frankly refusing to apologize for the various constituents of the newness of New York, for the tall buildings, the subways, the bridges, the tunnels, and asserts that they are beautiful, being necessary to the city's life and perfectly adapted to the purpose of their creation, and he declares that to those with eyes to see, the city is
as picturesque as any other city of today, and points to Mr. Pennell's 123 pictures as proof. That they are beautiful whether in black and white, or in the soft color which is all that is really visible in large groups of buildings howsoever violent may be the hue of each individual structure, Mr. Pennell shows conclusively. If familiar places be not at first recognized in his drawings the fault lies in the observer. One may never have noted how old buildings of four or five stories seem, when contemplated in the mass, to huddle about the bases of the loftier and newer edifices, but the frontispiece of this volume opens his eyes. One may never have perceived how toy-like is the appearance of the old buildings to one standing on the opposite side of a wide space and regarding them grouped with a long curve of the Elevated road, the towering structures behind them and in the foreground endless tracks of street railways dotted with hurrying little cars, but Mr. Pennell shows one that the scene really looks as if newly unpacked from a chip box and ready to set up for play. The black and white pictures reveal the magic wrought by the many artificial illuminants; by rain; by the smoke; by the masts of sailing ships crowded at the wharves; by the huge hull of the Mauretania looking like a marine monster threatening the street leading to her anchorage; by scores of other agents which one has seen and yet not seen, as is the way of the ordinary human creature. Mr. Van Dyke does not confine himself to setting forth the outer aspect of things but dilates upon the life of the New Yorker, not disguising its imperfections if it be considered as a model for universal adoption, but showing its inevitability under actual conditions. Even without its illustrations his book would be memorable as an impartial and lucid description. The Macmillan Company.
No. 3412 November 27, 1909
Carlyle's First Love.
The United States Through Foreign Spectacles. By John T.
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THE UNITED STATES THROUGH FOREIGN
Mr. John Graham Brooks, of Boston, U. S. A., has lately published a book which he has called "As Others See Us." It is a compendium of opinions expressed by Europeans concerning the people of the United States within the last century; and the fact that Americans are reading the volume with interest, and are deriving from it an entertainment little alloyed with irritation, shows how greatly their sentiment has changed since the days when foreign criticism enraged their fathers and grandfathers.
For three generations after the American Revolution the English critics absorbed attention in the new country, and it is well known that their spirit was unfriendly in the extreme. Captain Basil Hall, Captain Marryat, Mrs. Trollope, Charles Dickens, and others less well known, wrote always with contempt and often with bitter and abusive hostility. Mr. Brooks recalls that many of these earlier writers frankly admitted their purpose to say the worst that they could concerning "the States." Thus Captain Marryat avowed, "My object was to do injury to democracy"; and others were hardly less outspoken. Of course, by such avowals the witnesses discredited their own testimony, yet without depriving it of its sting; for it was hardly an acceptable apology to say, "I am going to abuse you roundly because I hate you deeply." In fact, it was not so
much the fault-finding as the malice which hurt the American, who was goaded to fury by the deliberate and skilful selection of the most offensive epithets furnished by the dictionary. The cruel flagellation naturally induced in the victim an extreme sensitiveness; which in turn induced joyous and derisive jeering.
Fortunately, however, the recalling of these bygone conditions is to-day a raking in ashes almost cold. Americans are good-natured and have short memories, and they are withal too busy with the present to be vindictive about the past. Moreover, the old-time sensitiveness is departing, for the simple reason that we feel a cheerful assurance that our experiment, so far as we have had time to develop it, is reasonably successful. A nation of eighty millions of people, enjoying a satisfactory average of prosperity, comfort, and education, almost overloaded with wealth, having physical resources which a Münchausen among statisticians could hardly exaggerate, and with a certainty of unexploited resources beyond computation, may be criticised or hated but will hardly be fleered at. If Mrs. Trollope and Mr. Dickens should cast their little pellets to-day, it would not be their victim that would be made ridiculous. Let it be avowed, however, that unprejudiced Americans admit that the abusive writers did not draw wholly on their imaginations for