Life — July 16, 1891 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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OUR FRESH AIR FUND. E have just received a letter from a distant city, asking in all sincerity, if we really send poor children to the country ; that if our Fresh Air Fund is not a joke the writer would like to contribute. We have already answered this letter, but, if possible contributors who may have similar doubts will take a New York & New Haven train to South Norwalk, Connecticut, and then change cars for Branchville, they will find at the end of their journey convincing evidence of the reality of our work. They will find that the bands of pale faced young ones who march up to our grounds from the station are real children. They will find that the large house, the fields, the orchard, the brook, the clean beds, and the abundant food are all real, Previously acknowledged .$2,073.58 Proceeds of a Fair held at Northampton, Mass Larchmont Circulating Library. cassevenssisese A Sister's Mite towards Live's good work... Billiards, Fruit Vale, Ala- meda Co..Cal ..-.. Proceeds of Second ‘An- pual Fair for -Lire’s Fresh Air Fund, held at Spuyten, Doyeil, New York, by four little cirls, Emily, Margaret, Wyors as: Bratbe and Helens... MOE. Ro BE sc.so.ce: T, Americans Abroad. FLR.K ase AS.D.E.. Harry 1. Hall. H, < From The Vellow Dogs. From Cos Cob Pete... .. Fresh Air Fund For Fresh Air Fund, from In His Name. Manchester, Mass... H.G From Little “Dear Boy,” COV. oxcsiacensusaconenen y . The Larchmont Circula- ting Library... Catharine & Beth Santa Filomena... Dorothea . seeee In Memoriam, Daniel & Marie .....++ 00 Geo. BT Geo. B. Thorp. LM. H.... From ‘five boys, of the Montclair Boys’ School, Montclair, N. J. In memory’ of 'F. S. T. & L. G. B., Cheyenne, $5.00 te 5.00 Jarvis, Asst Surg., TO THE POINT. “Don't THINK I'M GE RUT WHEN A FELLER'S ONLY GOT A CI PERSONS, HE DON'T WANT NO HUNGRY FRIES TIX! PROUD, AUGUSTUS HENRY, BECAUSE I AIN'T; T AND THAT HAS TO DO FOR THREE DS A FOLLERIN' OF HIM I” IS THE MARQUIS OF LORNE A G. P. A.? HE Marquis of Lorne always has endeavored to have other claims for recognition than his hereditary good luck in being the heir to the Duke of Argyll, and his difficult position as the son-in-law of the queen. One can imagine that there is a deal of solemnity about both relationships. It is not to be wondered at, therefore, that he has sought relax- tion in writing verses and stories—an amusement which may not be as sociable as baccarat, but is usually less expensive and more agreeable to the moral sense of his clan. His latest story, “ From Shadow to Sunlight” (Appleton), is a performance casting great credit on the Marquis’s good intentions, but very little on his power of achievement. It combines the scientific dullness of his illustrious father with the moral fervor of Her Gracious Majesty, thus leaving the impression that the canny Marquis is making himself solid with the heads of both families. What the public would really enjoy reading would be a frank expression of opinion about this Sunday-school book which tries to be a novel, by the author's royal brother-in-law, H. R. H. the Prince of Wales. * f I ~HE exciting episode in the opening chapters is a di sion between a Scotch laird and “a beautiful American girl” about the geology, forestry, climatology, and ethno- graphy of Scotland, with airy digressions into the land question and the effect of the importation of American potatoes on Scotch emigration. There is the best of reasons for inferring that the Marquis is not a realist—for no “ beautiful American girl” in real life would have endured for five minutes the sort of monologue which the young Scotch laird indulges in for three chapters. She would have tipped him over the sea-wall where they were walking, or would have chaffed him into silence. When the Marquis touches on the subject of papacy he finds his prose style inadequate, and bursts into good old Calvinistic poetry : “ Priests spin their cobwebs, hiving truth, And weave their nets for power ; One honest pulse of healthy youth Is worth their creed’s long hour.”* This may not be Tennysonian rhythm (though it suggests the “cycle of Cathay”), but it is orthodox, and that counts for something in Scot- land. . . . HEN the scene of the story shifts to America, the Yankee reader will begin to suspect that the book is not a Presbyterian comicbooks.com