Life, 1897-05-27 · page 10 of 32
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 438 This page contains literary commentary and two unrelated illustrations rather than political cartoons. **Top illustration**: Two men in period dress appear to be from a literary work, with a quoted caption about a woman being asked to produce a watch and pocketbook—likely illustrating a scene from discussed fiction. **Bottom illustration**: Shows a woman in Victorian dress being attacked or knocked down by a black dog or similar animal, captioned "AND JOHN SAID IT NEVER DID ME ANY GOOD TO—," suggesting domestic comedy about a wife's misadventure. **Literary Notes section**: Discusses forthcoming publications including works by Howells, Crane, and Harding, plus an "Aintany Hope" novel. The final dialogue joke presents a woman claiming she never reads newspapers—typical period humor about feminine disinterest in current events. The page is primarily book criticism, not political satire.
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“* Here once the embottled farmers stood And drew the cork heard round the world.” Miss Marie Corelli's Sorrows of Satan” will be fol- lowed by ‘'The Ache-corns of Asmodeus” and ** The Boils of Belial.” Failing in his other ambition, M. Emile Zola has come forward as a candidate for enrollment among the ‘* Forty Immorals,” as the new French Academy proposes to call itself. “If L went to Heaveo,” by Mr. William T. Stead, is interesting merely as a work of pure fancy. Heaven is a place of happiness and is not likely to be invaded by Mr. Stead. “*Friendsbip's Garland,” by James McNeill Whistler, is a touching tribute in verse to the many beloved con- temporaries of the most gentle and kindly of living artists. Alfred Austin’s Jubilee Ode was worthy of the gifted Laureate. There is nothing in the language finer than the opening invocation : O queenliest of queens, The world admits thy sway; ISSUS, HAND US OUT YER WATCH AND POCKETBOOK, AND BE UICK; WE DON'T WAN A BOSTON LULLABY. OFF thy new spectacles, Peregrine, darling one; Minds are but obstacles When work is overdone. Lullaby hushaby, slumber thou festinate, Hushaby, lullaby, never procrastinate. Lay down thy Ibsen, dear, Browning an¢ Emerso} Sealed be thy cultured ear Save to my benison, Lullaby, hushaby, cherish obedience Hushaby, lullaby, captivate somno- lence. Dream thou of Lohengrin, Siegfried, Briinnhilde fair; Banish, my Peregrine, Thoughts of the Pilgrims spare. Lullaby, hushaby, sleep, dear, till night is done, Hushaby, lullaby, enon. mother's phenom- LITERARY NOTES. MONG the forthcoming notable works will be Mr. Howells’s thrilling tale of “Blackbeard the Pirate; or, The Bond of Blood.” Mr. Stephen Crane is engaged on a pas- toral story of New England life, entitled “How Uncle Reuben Lifted the Mortgage.” chard Harding Davis will soon publish his interesting reminiscences of" Kings who have known Me.” Commander J.D. J. Kelley, U. compiling a narrative of the “ Cruises of the Battleship Texas,” to be illustrated with topographical charts of the various sea-bot- toms which she has touched. r TO WAIT ALL Day.” It is rumored that the works of Ian Mac- laren are to be translated into English. Admirers of Mr. Henry James will welcome the promised Abridged Edition of his Works, in a hundred neat volumes. “‘Aintany Hope" is the nom de guerre of an English novelist whose romance, ‘* Phro- sa,” depicts the perils and sufferings of a participant in Dr, Nansen’s late expedition to the North, “By Flood and Field" is the stirring title of avaluable work recounting the deeds of the Ancient and Honorable Artillery Com- pany of Boston, on their last year’s invasion of Great Britain, On the title page is the touching motto: Boston itself bows down Before thy royal crown— The beanliest of beans Confess thy might to-day. From Canada’s bleak hills To India's coral rills One wild, fierce rapture thrills The subject soul ; The dark Australian glows, The hairy Canuck shows, The woolly Capeman knows Thy sway from Pole to Pole. > HE: Do you read much fiction ? J «No. I scarcely ever take up a newspaper.”