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tion is given of an "opera fan" of 1800 covered with the names of all the subscribers for that season. From one of the many Haymarket advertisements in the first issue of the Times it seems that the shop No. 81 (close to or adjoining the King's Theatre), kept by Mrs. H. M., was devoted as early as 1778 to the sale of these fans, published according to the Act of Parliament for the benefit of the Subscribers and Frequenters of the King's Theatre. It is notified in this advertisement that "the delivery of the fans was put off till the Re-opening of the Opera House next week for the purpose of presenting them in the best state of improvement. These fans are calculated to present on one view the number of boxes, including the additional ones, names of Subscribers, etc., have been carefully compared with the plan of the House as kept at the office, and will be sold only by the Proprietor," who adds that "she will receive with respectful gratitude any command from the ladies, and wait on them if desired." The opera fan might certainly have been revived during the present season with profitable results.

The greater part of the first page of the first number of the Times is occupied by theatrical advertisements, the most prominent position being occupied by the King's Theatre, Haymarket, where, on January 3, Paisiello's King Theodore in Venice is to be played, "by particular desire." The names of Signore Sestine and Storace are still remembered. Vestris, Didelot, Coulon, and Miss Hellesberg were all dancing in a ballet of Noverre's called "The Offerings of Love." Siddons and Kemble were playing at Drury Lane in the tragedy of Julia. George III had "commanded" the production of oratorios for six Fridays in Lent from the Directors of the Concerts of Ancient Music at their rooms in Tottenham Street. At the Royalty Theatre in

Well Street, Goodman's Fields, a musical entertainment entitled "Thomas and Susan, or the Generous Tar" headed the bill, to be followed by "The Deserter of Naples" and "Harlequin Mungo"-a pantomime. At Covent Garden the chief attractions were "The Roman Father" and the "Dumb Cake." A great variety of new music of every description was advertised by Messrs. Longman and Broderip, "music-sellers and instrument makers to the Prince of Wales," whose shop at No. 13 Haymarket faced the King's Theatre, being twelve doors to the south of Garrards, the Crown Jewellers, whose business "at the sign of the King's Arms" was established in 1721, and who have rearranged the crowns and sceptre for the Coronation of King George V and Queen Mary. Above the advertisement of the desirable Derbyshire advowson, and between those of Marquois' Patent Razors and Melanscheg's Fashionable Furs, both of which could be bought in the Strand, was an attractive list of table delicacies, such as Smoaked Salmon, Dutch Herrings, Fine New French Olives, New Rein Deer Tongues, Hambro Sour Crout in any quantity, "and a great Variety of rich sauces," published by John Burgess "at the corner of Savoy Steps in the Strand." The "Original Fish Sauce Warehouse" was established by John Burgess, the brother of Thomas Burgess, successively Bishop of St. Davids and Salisbury, in the year of George III's accession. The hanging sign displayed at 107 Strand bore the sign of the “King's Arms." If the Twining Tea House, at the sign of the "Golden Lion," near Temple Bar, dates from the reign of Queen Anne, "Burgess's," the virtues of which were sung of by Byron in Beppo and proclaimed by Scott in St. Ronan's Well, can claim the proud distinction, at a time when the Georgian Strand has almost entirely disappeared, of being the

solitary survivor of those who advertised in the first issue of the logographically printed Times. We may look in vain to-day for Love's perfumes, Young's Caledonian Micabau snuff, Jones' optical instruments, Vickery's "transparent tetes," and Walsh's refined liquorice. They are all as dead as the alluring English State Lottery to which Hornsby and Co., Richardson and Goodluck and Shergold (names certainly of good omen) respectfully called the attention of the public, or as the prize-fighters, Johnson and Ryan, a blood-curdling account of whose "late memorable contest" alone repre

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sents the sporting "head" of Mr. Walter's "logographic" venture. Burgess's however lives and prospers, while the Times, now in the hundred and twentythird year of its existence, and with a fifth John Walter amongst those responsible for its future, produces a Coronation Number a single page of which contains far more matter than the modest sheet in which John Walter the first proclaimed the policy of the monosyllable "which was to bid defiance to corrupters and mutilators of the language." The times have certainly changed since 1788, and we have changed with them.·

A. M. Broadley.

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

"The Cross of Honor" by Mary Openshaw is a bald account in the form of a more or less well-constructed novel of one of Napoleon's love-affairs. It is not frankly erotic, but occasionally takes the conventional point of view as if to satisfy at once the reader's conscience and his bourgeois taste for unsavory gossip. The characters are not convincing, especially at the climax. Small, Maynard & Co.

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"Jim," the winsome hero of the new story by the author of "Wee Macgregor," J. J. Bell, is the five-year-old son of an artist, and companions his father on a sketching-trip to the Scottish coast, where his quaint courtesy makes friends for him among the cottagers. Foremost among them Samuel Girdwood, the oldest inhabitant, and his shrewd sister Elizabeth, who are completely taken captive by his childish spell, and stretch stiff limbs to hobble after him into the wood in search of gnomes and pixies, or rack wits and conscience to spin yarns acceptable to his eager fancy.

The fortunate sale of old Girdwood's portrait, at a price incredible to himself, brings the simple tale to a happy ending. George H. Doran Co.

In "Dawn of the Morning," Grace Livingston Hill Lutz describes the somewhat improbable experiences of a beautiful young girl of the stage-coach period-educated at a Friends' School, married by the schemes of a step-mother, separated from her husband by the cruelty of a mother-in-law, hiding from all three under an assumed name in a small country village, distinguishing herself as a disciplinarian in the little school-house, winning the heart of the biggest boy but returning it to him with exemplary propriety, and finally making her way home in the midst of a cholera epidemic just in time to nurse her step-mother to life and reconciliation. The details of the story are better than the plot. J. B. Lippincott Co.

The recent publishing season has been rich in historical stories of un

common excellence, and with them must be ranked "A Captain of Raleigh's," by G. E. Theodore Roberts. Its hero is one of those devoted followers of Sir Walter who threw off allegiance to the English crown after his shameful death, and sought to avenge him on the high seas, and the action takes place off the coast of Newfoundland, where the villains' parts are played by a band of marauding Devon fishermen and the charming daughter of a purse-proud colonial governor is the prize of valor. With a subject comparatively fresh, a spirited plot and an unusual range of characters, Mr. Roberts has written a story that will add to his popularity. L. C. Page & Co.

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"Phrynette," the heroine of Martha Troly-Curtin's vivacious study of English social life, is a clever young girl, the daughter of a French artist of distinction, whose father's death leaves her to the care of her mother's sister, in London. There is a slight thread of narrative, deftly twisted, and as a story the book will be a success. But it may also be read chapter by chapter, as a series of sketches, in which are reproduced with uncommon piquancy impressions of Rotten Row, the Terrace, a first ball, portrait exhibition, Kew Gardens, Bond Street, a family dinner, shopping, electioneering, a day at Maidenhead, Queen Alexandra at the theatre, the Charity bazaar, the South Kensington Museum, and other characteristic scenes and episodes. Satire not of the ill-natured type enlivens the descriptions. The book will make delightful summer reading. J. B. Lippincott Co.

Dr. Preserved Smith's "The Life and Letters of Martin Luther" is one of the most important of recent contributions to the literature of religious biography. It is something more than that, for the author treats his subject not merely as a theologian but as the great leader of a movement which has completely changed conditions of life and thought. Few of the great men of history have proved such tempting subjects of biography as Luther; but it happens that during the last ten or fifteen years a large amount of before unpublished material,-letters, commentaries, and important documents— have come to light and upon these Dr. Smith has freely drawn. Few previous biographers have given a clear glimpse of the man himself. The reader of this book will find it a bold and convincing delineation of that strong personality. It almost ceases to be a biography after the first few chapters. So copious are the selections from Luther's wonderfully selfrevealing letters and table talk that large portions of it may be characterized as autobiography. The book carries the reader from the humble circumstances of Martin Luther's birth, through his stormy but triumphant life to his death. It is undeniably the diary of a conscience moulded by parental sternness, strengthened by conflict, dominant over every form of opposition and given keenness and insight through experience of the shifting diplomacy of the court of Charles the Fifth. Fifteen or twenty illustrations from rare paintings and etchings enhance the value of the book. Houghton Mifflin Co.

SEVENTH SERIES
VOLUME LII.

No. 3501 August 12, 1911

VOL. CCLXX.

CONTENTS

1. Portugal Under the Republic. By James Milne

FORTNIGHTLY REVIEW 387
DICKENSIAN 894

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II. Dickens and Children. By E. Ashby Norris..
III. Fancy Farm. Chapter XIX. By Neil Munro. (To be continued)
BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE 399

IV. The Australian Fleet. By James Edmond, Editor of The Sydney
Bulletin

V. The Boys of Thackeray. By Rowland Grey

NATIONAL REVIEW 404

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FORTNIGHTLY REVIEW 409

VI. The Master of Carrick. In Four Chapters. Chapter III. By Charles CHAMBERS's JOURNAL 416

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VII. Lake Lere and the Discovery of the MacLeod Falls on the Mao
Kabl. By Olive MacLeod.
BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE 421

VIII. A New Issue. By A. A. M. .

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IX. Life in London: The Banquet. By Arnold Bennett.
X. Germany and Morocco.

XI. Thackeray Autographs. By A. M. Broadley
XII. The Barrier Line. By Filson Young.
XIII. Japanese Poetry.

XIV. Aerial Law.

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XV. Tenebrae. Scene: Victoria Street. By Lucy Lyttelton NATION 386 XVI. The Poets. By M. D. A. XVII. A Mortgaged Inheritance. By Anna Bunston. SATURDAY REVIEW 386 BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

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TENEBRAE.

SCENE: VICTORIA STREET

The short day wanes, the sunset fills the sky

With distant flare of pyre or festival,

The town is amber, bronze, chalcedony, The windows flash upon the upper wall.

But as a grave laid open, down below, In a gray shadow the gray people

move.

Suddenly, from a tower amid the glow,

The great bell tolls above, And in the mastering sound

The trivial clamors of the day are drowned.

Remember ye the dead,

Whose hidden graves ye tread,

Whose words are dumb, whose dust is

blown abroad.

O, soon to join the thronging shadowy horde,

Unchronicled, unseen, unpitied,
Pray for the dead!

The sun is quenched, the lighted windows close,

And blank as dead men's faces stand the walls.

Peal upon peal, with ringing passionate blows,

Upon the iron town their hammer falls.

It seems to shatter our low skies, and bring

The stars beyond the smoke before our sight,

The silence that engulphs our questioning,

The challenge of the night, Our dust-bound souls to rend, Crying: Remember, God, the darkness, and the end.

Remember ye the dead,

O hearts uncomforted!
From sin and aspiration and despair,
Secular sorrow, momentary care,
Turn, turn your souls whither their souls
are sped,

Pray for the dead!

The Nation.

THE POETS.

"Tis we that gather fuel

To keep the heart from cold. The earth is cold and cruel,

But in its caverns old

We dig for Joy the jewel,
We test for Truth the gold.
Seeds of a single flower

Are Beauty, Truth, and Love. The bloom endures an hour.

But, scattered from above, The seedlings gather power And flood the hills with flower, And drown in green the grove. "Tis we that gather fuel

That keepeth Love from cold. The world is cold and cruel, But on the churchyard mould The daffodils unfold. The Academy.

M. D. A.

A MORTGAGED INHERITANCE. There is a land whose streams did wind

More winningly than these, Where finer shadows played behind

The clean-stemmed beechen trees. The maidens there were deeper eyed, The lads more swift and fair, And angels walked at each one's sideWould God that I were there!

Here daffodils are dressed in gold
But there they wore the sun,
And here the blooms are bought and
sold

But there God gave each one.
There all roads led to fairyland

That here do lead to care,

And stars were lamps on Heaven's strand

Would God that I were there!

Here worship crawls upon her course But there with larks would cope. And here her voice with doubt is hoarse

But there was sweet with hope. O Land of Peace! my spirit dies For thy once tasted air,

O earliest Loss! O latest Prize!Would God that I were there! Anna Bunston.

Lucy Lyttelton.

The Saturday Review.

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