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off. This he spends in mooning on the streets. fifty cents in great tribulation for a dinner, wherein he grati. fies his longings for a sirloin steak, and in the evening takes Jane in a red dress to a twenty-five cent comedy, at which he never laughs at all and doesn't enjoy in the least. But these red letter days are only in a hundred and the old hard work begins again, with its icy chill and stifle.
Then one day he doesn't come down at his usual time. An hour passes and still he hasn't come, the littered desk with his pen and inky blotter are idle ; his stool looks ill at ease. Mr. Sniffles remarks that John's not down this morning, and Bones looks
up and nods his head and says “No! Damn it!" and goes back to his counting. And a week, perhaps, passes, and a new drudge now has his place, and the work goes on as ever, with “ John " ruled red across the ledger. Away in a richer part of the city an old Magnate pays a paltry burial bill and grumbles. And when he dies, he leaves his money to a church, cheating his relations, and the minister lifts up his eyes in giving thanks. And through all the city all the people
“What a good man Mr. Magnate was, what a pity he wasn't in our own congregation."
E. S. 0.
Junior Promenade Committee Was elected October 2, as follows: A. E. Foote, A. P. Stokes, M. Griggs, S. B. Thorne, H. de Sibour, R. B. Treadway, W. S. Miller, J. B. Neale, H. Twombly.
A University Meeting Was held October 9, to take action on the death of Oliver Wendell Holmes. The following committee was appointed to forward the resolutions to the family : R. B. Mason, Lindsay Denison, H. G. Miller, H. Parsons, William Sloane.
The Junior Appointments Were given out October 13. The Phi Beta Kappa men are the following:
PHILOSOPHICAL ORATIONS-J. Adams, Allen, Bennett, Bentley, Bingham, Coleman, C. Collins, E. Collins, Conklin, Dickerman, Durfee, Farr, J. Gaines, Gowans, Griggs, Henry, Jackson, Jeffrey, Kellar, Morgan, Nettleton, Perkins, Porter, Pratt, Robinson, Schwill.
High ORATIONS-Alexander, Alvord, Berdan, Birely, Chapman, Chickering, W. Clark, S. Day, Eldridge, Gaylord, McKee, F. Robbins, Sadler, Scudder, Tilton, Von Tobel, Twombly, Wadhams, Weyerhauser, Whalen.
The Fall Regatta Was held at Lake Whitney October 17, and was won by the Freshmen.
The Fall Athletic Games
Took place at the field October 27.
The Senior Class Elections
Held October 22, resulted as follows: Poet, W. A. Moore ; Orator, C. G. Clarke ; Statistician, E. E. Osgood ; Secretary, B. I. Spock ; Ivy Committee, McLane, Baldwin, Buckner;
Cup Committee, Lockwood, Hooker, Harris ; Triennial Com-
Foot Ball Games
During the month resulted as follows:
September 30. Yale vs. Trinity, at Hartford,
An Altar of Earth* is a book of a sort that we cannot feel fulfills any useful purpose in the world-no matter how well written, how full of philosophy, brilliant conversation, and vivid descriptions such books may be. The theme is the old one of the justification of the course of a woman who deliberately chooses to live a wrongful life. Unlike Tess of the D'Urbervilles and Sowing the Wind the final impression is not a healthy one. The main end of the theme is made not “The pity of it!" but “Why shouldn't she?” Daphne, the heroine, is not lacking in any qualification of situation or of character which can detract from her pose as a martyr-if we except a certain sort of common sense which is distinct from brightness and warm-hearted sympathy. The skill of the writer is certainly effective, but we cannot escape a consciousness that he had better tried to make some other effect. The book is thoroughly morbid, and morbidity-like the opium habit-seems to lend itself to a certain sensitiveness of impression that is most mischievous. The bad effect carries with it, however, the antidote in proportion as its promoting cause is carried to an extreme; the antidote takes the form of absurdity. The following passage is quoted from the description of a picturesque young socialist who makes speeches in the background—and with whom the reader has every cause to believe that Daphne is going to elope, if for no other reason that he is the only man in the plot who is not constitutionally repulsive.
...... but his position on the hillock disarranged the harmony and the eye was startled, not to say grieved, by an inch of vivid yellow stocking which appeared between the edge of his trousers and the top of the shoe of one foot. After a second the disagreeable impression produced by this sharp note disappeared and one rejoiced in it as a precious thing-it was as the yellow lining of the blackbird's bill or a crimson poppy in a field of bountiful grain."
It is rather a difficult matter to take seriously any harmful theories that emanate from a writer who is capable of idealizing yellow socks.
The book is printed and arranged with a great deal of taste, and is a very pretty little volume.
It seems a difficult matter to write a history of the middle ages which is comprehensive and at the same time fairly intelligible. Duruy's work on the subject is not correct in detail as is evidenced by the editor's frequent notes, and although it covers sufficient ground, it is impossible for an average reader to peruse a chapter of this book and be sure of remaining in sound mind. Mr. Emerton's history,t cov ng the years 814-1300, is a decided improvement in this respect and presents the somewhat tangled mass of
An Altar of Earth. By Thymol Monk. Pp. 248, 16vo.
events in as clear and concise a manner as is consistent with thoroughness. Moreover the style in which the book is written is good, which cannot always be said of Duruy's History of the Middle Ages. This new history will probably be the text book on the subject at Harvard, as it is by a Harvard Professor. It should also be used, we think, by the Professors and students of mediæval history here.
“The Author of An Englishman in Paris" has written another altogether charming and quaintly original book about Paris.* In how many different ways has Paris been written about! We have the Paris of the guide bookthe tourist's city, with its shops and its morgue and its Madeleine and its Champs Elysée; Dickens has given us a Paris, one of the “Two Cities," with its soldiers, its wine, its women, its bloodshed, and its guillotine ; M. Du Maurier has given us a Paris—the Paris of Taffy, the Laird, and Little Billee,-the Paris of Trilby. Ah, what a Paris Trilby's Paris was ! But The Paris Note Book tells of the city in a different way from all of these, and on the whole it tells not so much of the city as of people-not all Parisian. The book is to literature what hors-dæuvres are to a good table d'hote dinner. It is told in a fascinatingly light conversational style, and it deals with a little of everything. By glancing through its pages we may learn little anecdotes (chance scraps of information) about Napoleon, Dickens, the Contessa Rosina, Emile Augier, Henry Irving, Hervé, De Maurier-we could make a catalogue, and all are interesting. The author knew all these people, or rather—which for all practical purposes is the same, as far as the book is concerned-pretends that he did. It is well worth reading and is in some ways superior to the author's former work, though it will hardly prove as popular. Unfortunately it is published in the shabby style peculiar to most of Lippincott's books.
There are at present two Englishmen making a tour of the world, on a wager not to spend any money, except the small amounts which they can gain by the rather questionable method of begging. They beg their transportation, their food, and their lodging, and of course when they explain the nature of their journey to hotel keepers, railway and steamboat agents, and the gentlemen whom we sometimes hear called restauranteurs," everything is made easy for them by the novelty of their undertaking. It is difficult to foresee how they will fare in such countries as China and Japan, but from last accounts they are succeeding better than one would expect.
Unless it were for such isolated cases as these we should be inclined to consider No Enemy (But Himself)t an impossible story. The hero does much the same thing as did these two men. Tired of life, wearied of spending money, of which he had amply sufficient, he becomes a tramp. If there were the slightest reason sensible or otherwise for his action, if
* My Paris Note Book. By the author of An Englishman in Paris. Pp. 307.
Philadelphia : J. B. Lippincott Company. No Enemy (But Himself). By Elbert Hubbard. Pp. 283. New York :
G. P. Putnam's sons.