Life — May 27, 1886 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE: 301 NCE or twice Mr. Balestier strikes the” note clearly. The scene in the church when Constance stands up. to receive the censure of E/der Wez'ss is genuine and full of force. And the touch is delicate and fine with which the changing moods of Constance, from wrath and chagrin to ‘quiet self-command, are’pictured in the scene which follows, when she walks with March through the cemetery, in the twilight. There is clear vision shown in these episodes. But beyond lies so much that is misty and prolix—not pas- sion and true feeling, but vague sentiment. The dialogue is often so colorless and dreary. There is no rising to a great moral climax in which Keator’s self-denial stands out clear and radiant as a snow-capped mountain. One feels that the author had glimpses, through the mist, of moral grandeur rising above moral weakness, but he never got above the clouds. The true seer goes up into the mountain alone and comes down with the glory in his face to make a revelation. Droch. « NEW BOOKS «+ Bren BARGAIN, By Mrs. Alexander. Henry Holt & Whom God Hath Joined, By E. G, Martin. Henry Holt & Co. American Etcher3. ~By Mrs. Schuyler Van Rensselaer. Frederick Keppel & Co., New York. Living or Dead. By Hugh Conway. Leisure Hour Series. Henry Holt & Co,, New York. The Mayor of Casterbridge. By Thomas Hardy. Leisure Hour Series. . Henry Holt & Co., New York. The Saunterer, By Charles Goodrich Whiting. Ticknor & Co., Boston. The Familiar Letters of Peppermint Perkins, Wustrated. Tick- nor & Co., Boston. New Engiand Sunday. The Olden Time Series. By Henry M. Brooks. Ticknor & Co., Boston. 5 Burglars tm Paradise, By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. The River- side Paper Series. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston. TRA-LA,. HE gossips that bloom in the spring, tra-la, Are worse than the fiend down below. Their lies at the public they fling, tra-la, Like flocks of vile birds on the wing, tra-la, As hither and thither they go. And that 's why I swear ‘tween each note as I sing, D—1 take the vile gossips that bloom in the spring! Tra-la-la tra-la-la tra-la-la tra-la-la, Oh! the gossips that bloom in the spring. Grover C——d. OTTO for an umbrella—Suum Cutgue (let each man have his own). EAVEN lies about us in our infancy "—and our neighbors have been lying about us ever since. “cs Y° says dey pumps dat ar coal ile outen de yarth? “Den, Honey, you looks out fer fun one o’ dese days! Fer when de ile all clean gone offen de yarth’s axtle she boun’ to get a-fire, and den prophesy be ‘stablished shuah ‘nuff 1" “ ANAULERS” should make good burglars, since they can take a whole boatload of goods through a lock without forcing it. AFTER INFORMATION. “6 DA.” said Bobby, sleepily, “can I ask you one more question if it taint foolish?” “ Ya-as, one more.” “ How much older is a ripe old age than a green old age?” ANOTHER! Young Powderly (reading): * * * AND WHEREAS, WE FIND WE DON'T GIT RED COLOR ENOUGH IN OUR STRAW- BERRY CREAM, NOR ENOUGH YALLER IN OUR WANILLA, NOR IS OUR COCOANUTS SO JUICY AS THEY SHOULD BE, TO SAY NOTHIN’ 0’ THE SMALL MEASURE OF PEANUTS WE OITS FOR A CENT ; THERE- FORE, BE IT RESOLVED BY US IN SOLUM CONCAVE ASSEMBLED, THAT ALL THE STANDS IN THE CITY 18 BOYCOTTED UN- TIL THESE THINGS IS RIGHTED. BY OR- DER OF THE COMMITTEE | comicbooks.com