Eated Napoleon at Waterloo. It gave him the Presidency. The analogy
holds in literature. Certain expressions of American sentiment or
conviction have served to summarize or to clarify the spirit of the
nation. The authors of these productions have frequently won the
recognition and affection of their contemporaries by means of prose and
verse quite unsuited to sustain the test of severe critical standards.
Neither Longfellow's "Excelsior" nor Poe's "Bells" nor Whittier's "Maud
Muller" is among the best poems of the three writers in question, yet
there was something in each of these productions which caught the fancy
of a whole American generation. It expressed one phase of the national
mind in a given historical period. The historian of literature is bound
to take account of this question of literary vogue, as it is highly
significant of the temper of successive generations in any country. But
it is of peculiar interest to the student of the literature produced in
the United States. Is this literature "American," or is it "English
literature in America," as Professor Wendell and other scholars have
preferred to call it? I should be one of the last to minimize the
enormous influence of England upon the mind and the writing of all the
English-speaking countries of the globe. Yet it wi
Rs were known and respected in days gone by, suh,' he says. 'Ah owe it
to the public who reposed confidence in the puhple and white, to fly ma
old flag when Ah once moh take the field. Yes, suh.' "'Purple 'n'
white!' I says. 'Them's the colors of the McVay stable!' "'Ah was
breeding stake hawsses, suh,' says ole man Sanford, 'when his mothah's
milk was not yet dry upon the lips of young McVay.' "When the silks
come, I picks out a real soft spot for Trampfast. It's a six furlong
ramble fur has-beens 'n' there's sure a bunch of kioodles in it! Most of
'em ought to be on crutches. My hoss has showed me the distance in
fourteen, 'n' that's about where this gang'll stagger home. With the hop
in him the Trampfast hoss'll give me two seconds better. He ought to be
a swell bet. But the hop puts all the heart in him there is--he ain't
got one of his own. If he runs empty he'll lay down sure. I can't hop
him, so I won't be
man as fired and pervaded by the idea of evolution. Man in
evolution--that is the subject in its full reach. Anthropology studies
man as he occurs at all known times. It studies him as he occurs in all
known parts of the world. It studies him body and soul together--as a
bodily organism, subject to conditions operating in time and space,
which bodily organism is in intimate relation with a soul-life, also
subject to those same conditions. Having an eye to such conditions from
first to last, it seeks to plot out the general series of the changes,
bodily and mental together, undergone by man in the course of his
history. Its business is simply to describe. But, without exceeding the
limits of its scope, it can and must proceed from the particular to the
general; aiming at nothing less than a descriptive formula that shall
sum up the whole series of changes
We to act on so selfish a principle, as that we shall decline to take an
interest in an admittedly grand and good and national cause, until our
eyes are forcibly opened by "our Willie" being in danger? Of course I
address myself to people who have really kind and sympathetic hearts,
but who, from one cause or another, have not yet had this subject
earnestly submitted to their consideration. To those who have _no heart_
to consider the woes and necessities of suffering humanity, I have
nothing whatever to say,--except,--God help them! Let me en
An audience of three thousand people on the evening of June 2d, attested
the interest felt in the school and the work it has done in West
Tennessee. A varied program of essays, orations, recitations and
personations, with musical selections of choruses from composers of high
rank, all occupying fully two and a half solid hours--these made the
crowning event of the twenty-seven years' work of Le Moyne Normal
Institute. The proud and eager interest of the masses of the colored
people in those of their young men and women who persevere in the face
of great difficulties and many discouragements to complete a course of
study, presents a very attractive and hopeful indication to a student of
the rising race. One who has carefully and for years noted the position
and influence of these graduates among their own people, the stand they
generally take for order and system, and the force and intelligence they
naturally bring to bear on the many questions of social and moral
well-being constantly arising to be dealt with by the masses of their
people--one who has noted the complex working of the moral and
intellectual forces largely represented by the grad
Ion on his face. Saturday afternoon was always a half-holiday, to be
sure, but since she had weeks of freedom when he was away--However-- At
two o'clock Becky Tietelbaum appeared at his door, clad in the sober
office suit which Miss Devine insisted she should wear, her note-book in
her hand, and so frightened that her fingers were cold and her lips were
pale. She had never taken dictation from the editor before. It was a
great and terrifying occasion. "Sit down," he said encouragingly. He
began dictating while he shook from his bag the manuscripts he had
snatched away from the amazed English author that morning. Presently he
looked up. "Do I go too fast?" "No, sir," Becky found strength to say.
At the end of an hour he told her to go and type as many of the letters
as she could while he went over the bunch of stuff he had torn from the
Englishman. He was with the Hindu detective in an opium den in Shanghai
when Becky returned and placed a pile of papers on his desk. "How many?"
he asked, without looking up. "All you gave me, sir." "All, so soon?
Wait a minute and let me see how many mistakes." He went over the
letters rapidly, signing them as he read. "They seem to be all right. I
thought you were the girl that made so many mistakes." Rebecca was never
too frightened to vindicate herself. "Mr. O'Mally, sir, I don't make
mistakes with letters. It's only copying the articles that have so many
long words, and when the writing isn't plain, like Mr. Gerrard's. I
never make many mistakes with Mr. Johnson's articles, or with yours I
don't." O'Mally wheeled round in his chair, looked with curiosity at her
long, tense face, her black eyes, and straight
If it comes back again--Oh, Duane! and it surely will--I shall face it
undaunted once more; and every hydra-head that stirs I shall kill until
the thing lies dead between us for all time. "Then, dear, will you take
the girl who has done this thing? "GERALDINE SEAGRAVE." This was his
answer on the eve of his departure. And on the morning of it Geraldine
came down to say good-bye; a fresh, sweet, and bewildering Geraldine,
somewhat slimmer than when he had last seen her, a little finer in
feature, more delicate of body; and there was about her even a hint of
the spirituel as a fascinating trace of what she had been through,
locked in alone behind the doors of her room and heart. She bade him
good-morning somewhat shyly, offering her slim hand and looking at him
with the slight uncertainty and bent brows of a person coming suddenly
into a strong light. He said under his breath: "You poor darling, how
thin you are." "Athletics," she said; "Jacob wrestled with an angel, but
you know what I've been facing in the squared circle
Ed in curling smoke-spirals upward in the quiet air. "The papers were
full of it at the time. Prevanche--" "Prevanche!" Fairfax sat up,
suddenly alert. "He was lost in the Smoke Mountains." "Yes, but he
pulled through and came out." Fairfax settled back again and resumed his
smoke-spirals. "I am glad to hear it," he remarked reflectively.
"Prevanche was a bully fellow if he
Se acquire land under certain conditions; (2), as to the appointment of
a commission to mark out native locations; (3), as to the access of the
natives to the courts of law; and (4) as to their being allowed to move
freely within the country, or to leave it for any legal purpose, under a
pass system. Article 20. This Convention will be ratified by a Volksraad
of the South African Republic within the period of six months after its
execution, and in default of such ratification this Convention shall be
null and void. Signed in duplicate in London this 27th day of February,
1884. (Signed) HERCULES ROBINSON. (Signed) S.J.P. KRUGER. (Signed) S.J.
DU TOIT. (Signed) M.J. SMIT. INDEX. Aberdeen Ministry, 24 Africanderdom
in S. Africa, see under South Africa, Cape Colony, Natal, Orange Free
State, Transvaal Aliwal Convention, 20 Amphitheatre Occurrence, 70,
77-81 Arbitration Proposals, see under Transvaal Barkly, Sir H., 26
Basutos and the Orange Free State, 17, 20, 23, 94 Bloemfontein
Conference, 85 Boers in S. Africa, see under South Africa, Cape Colony,
Natal, Orange Free State, Transvaal Bulwer, Sir H.E.G., Governor of
Natal, 28 Cape Colony: The Africander Spirit of