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ment and the bitterness of exile.
"War hath three daughters, Fire
Famine and Death, and yet the na
tions grovel before her, and kiss the red
dust at her feet."
on
is even
is
store. In a few minutes after Mr. Njo
ascended the pulpit hit audience knew
what many audiences have suspected,
that Mr. Nye was gloriously drunk. It
was particularly iTncnmt;,. i.
occasion as Mr. Nye's services had been
.-i it i ti- . - . ,. 80cuml by the Jng men's class of the
i imo iu iu,u 01 j. .erru 1.011, souuer, rirst llaptist church, and it reflected
sailor and artist, sailing among his their taste. Mr. Nv ,lrnL- ; .
green seas and palm fringed islands, worso than Mr. Nyo" sober, and that
mrougnaniueiropic nignis ana orient saying a good deal. The people of the
days. Anchoring at white ports and First Baptist church had an embarrass-
talking with wild men, now on the high ing time or it, but the good citizens of
seas and now on the desert, which the Paterson had paid their S250 and they
ancients quaintly called a sea. We see were bound to have some fun. So they
too much of civilization, we know it all took it out in eggs and groceries As
too well. It is always beating about our Mr. Nye was stumbling down the depot
ears and muddling our brains. Wo platform they pelted him with eggs un-
sometimes need solitude and the desert, til ho jumped abord his train. Mr. Nyo
which Balzac said was "God without haB richly deserved this, and it may
mankind." Loti is a sort of knight teach him to respect his public if not
errant to bring it to us, who gives to we himself,
poor cold bound, sense dwarfed dwellers
in the North the scent of sandal wood Mnrmmritn T.,n,n 1 t. .
,,, .... ... .. . .Marguerite iamagno, the daughterof
and the glitter of the southern stars. the m-o-it )n, ' 1 , ,
me great tenor, is studying for the
stage and will join Duse's company. If
Maurel, they say, is Verdi's favorite sin- there is anything in heredity the daugh-
ger. IcanwellbeliBveit. There are great ter of that fiery tiger of the desert ought
singers oh the stage today, like Jean de to bo able to act. Her father has the
KeszKe, and great actors like Tamagno, soul of tragedy and the heart of pas
out me two togetner are so hard to find, in him.
Maurel is both. He is the only man I
have ever seen to whom I felt that I
could apply without reservation that
much abused word, "Artist." Verdi has
the dramatic instinct almost as strongly
as the musical one. I suppose that Vic
tor Maurel more nearly embodies the
old man's ideal heros than any other
living singer, No wonder he is dear to
him, since he makes the dreams of his
youth live before him.
ssion
And still Dumas "Route de Thebes"
appears not, and he sajs now that it
may never appear at all. He has been
working on it for years and years,
and he has said that if he cannot make
it vastly better than all his other plays
he will destroy it. Let's see, that means
that it must be stronger than "Le Demi
Monde," more moveing than "Camille,"
more artistic than "L'EtranL'ere."
Heavens, what would happen if Dumas
There is war across the border and should turn such a play loose upon tho
there is weeping and gnashing of teeth world? I am afraid it would be like
among certain of tho actresses in New that painting upon which Balzac's mad
Ttork. And its all because of Daly and painter worked a whole life time, and
his great enthusiasm for MissRehan. which was so perfect that untutored
One of the eastern newspapers ventured eyes could see in it only a figure defaced
to remark that the buxom Ada is grow- by innumerable line6 and curves. Un
ing juBt a little too mature and matron- less Dumas can make all ho desires of
ly for some of the sportive roles she as- '"La Route de Thebes" I almost hope
that he will never prjduce it, that ho
will destroy it and not break the illu
sion; let it be a sort of dim ideal perfec
tion like the lost nine books of Sappho.
Dumas says that Guy de Maupassant
once said to him that if he were rich
Eumes. Now Mr. Daly considers that
there is only one greater than Shake
speare, and that one is Rehan. She is
the product of his hand and all his self
love is concentrated upon her. He
thinks that New York and Boston and
Chicago are permitted to exist only that enough to do just as he pleased he would
they may make up Miss Rehan's audi- work all his life on one book
ences, and that Christopher Columbus and then have it burned at his
discovered America and the Pilgrims death. There is a great thought
landed at Plymouth with Miss Rehan in that, though its thoroughly
as their solo end and aim. To Daly an artist's thought and as impractical as
MissRehan is ever young, a 6weet young the Sultan, who killed his favorite wife
thing, too unsophisticated to play any- before ho died rather than that any
thing but expurgated versions of Shake- other man should see her beauty. For
speare's most antiquated and harmless the great artist creates for himself, and
comedies. So when this gentle remark not for the world. He does not care a
about Miss Rehan's age was put, Daly rap for tho world one way or the other,
angrily retorted that Miss Ellen Terry, nor does he desire to share the respon
who still plays emotional roles, is old sibility of running it. He knows that
enough to be Miss Rehan's mother, evil is necessary in the world, just as
Well, so is Bernhardt old enough to be shadows are in a picture, and that if
Lillian Lewis' mother and Cecil Spoon- God had wanted the world to be good
er's grand-mother, but what of that? he could have made it so without Park
But Mr. Daly's remark got abroad and huist's assistance. As soon as an artist
the press got hold of it. Now to Sir becomes a philanthropist, ho is lost.
Henry Irving Miss Terry is all and more Philanthrophy has made Tolstoi, the
than Miss Rehan is to Daly. Irving is greatest novelist of modern times, a
in town this week and they say that he laughingstock. It is as impossible for
intends to interview Augustin upon the a man to love art for the good of the
matter or Terry's age. 1 here will prob- world as it is for him to love a woman
ably be an interesting session. But all for the sake of humanity. Scientific
the knighted thespians on earth could pursuits may sometimes be philan
not convince Daly that the sacred and thropic, artistic pursuits never are In
lofty Ada is no longer young. Rehan is tellectual passions are personal, intense,
great and Daly is herprophet. selfish. They are more violent than the
loves of Helen, more lasting than the
So Mr. Wm. Nve has been too many spell of the rare Egyptian. They come
for himself at last. The last time Mr. upon a man when he is in his cradle,
Nve was hero he was "indisposed," and they fill and posses his whole life, all
Mr. Burbank had to do most of the work, the crude, erratic fancies of his youth,
But at Patterson he was alone and he all the maturity and richness of his
had to speak in a church pulpit without manhood, all the loneliness and de
any friendly dressing rooms in which to spondency or his age. They are not to be
conceal his efforts to pull himself to- acquired by any labor, any worth, any
gether, or any friendly stage manager to effort, and once possessedtheyarenottobe
et him clear seltzer from the next drug lost. Fools say they will live for art and
they never know its face. Anistssay
they will Hvo with men, and they go
back to their shadows, which to them
aro real.
A wiso and witty and tender man iB
dead. A man whoso pen was as just, as
generous as himself, whotio work was
full of manliness. Eugene Field was
only a journalist. Tho American news
paper was his task and hiB curse, as it
has been or co mariy brilliant men.
Journalism is the vandalism of litera
ture. It has brought to it endless harm
and no real good. It has made it an art
a trado. The great American newspa
per takes in intellect, promise, talent; it
gives out only colloquial gossip. It is
written by machines, tot by machines
and read by machines. No man can
write long for any journal in this coun
try without Tor tho most part losing
that precious thing called style. News
papers have no style and want none. A
newspaper writer should have no raoro
individuality than those clicking iron
machines that throw the type together.
Eugene Field had been bound to the
presB from his youth, the bond slavo of
that great, roaring, grimsy, ileus ex ma
china. For a man who was compelled
to write so much it waB wonderful that
he wrote so well. Ho bad the true gift
of sympathetic rhyming. "Wynken,
Blynken and Nod" and "Little Boy
Blue" aro not great productions, but
they are quaint and tender and in their
own way beautiful, I don't know any
child's poem more beautiful than that
about the three littlo fishers who went
to fish for the stare with nets of gold und
silver in the river of crystal ilcvr.
Mr. Field had just reached tho period
or his Iifo where his good work should
have begun. He was just a little be
yond the poverty which had for 60 many
years driven him to hasty and unfinished
work. In the next ten years he should
have done good things. Tho labors of
his long apprenticeship were over and
now there had just opened for him a
career of rest and thought, ot earnest
effort and tranquil toil, of higher prom
ise. But the grim Lord Death takes no
note of promise, and his measuring rod
is so large that to him one man is not
more useful than another; not a priest
or poet, merely an individual of a spe
cies, that is all. He has heard tho mu
sic of the spheres, indeed ,and the songs
of the morning stars, and tho feeblo
utterances of mortal tongues are to him
as nothing. He shuts down the doors of
life and locks them fast and seals them
with his seal forever. Unless, indeed,
an ancient tale be true and he brings in
his gaunt hand tho key of loftier por
tals, and takes away the broken lute
ot tho old dead, only to give to tho new
living the golden harp ot heaven, with
its strings as strong as thunder, as light
as flame, as many and multitudinous as
the fancies of the changeful heart or
mar. Perhaps this singer and all his
stronger brothers are not silenced arter
all, perhaps they bav only passed into
the higher music, which is God's.
1 have been trying ever since Wed
nesday evening to rind out what "The
Colonel's Wives" was about. I have not
found out yet. I give it up; it would
take a more "eagle brain" than mine. I
am very sure that the English language
does not contain such another play. I
hope not, for the language could not
stand it. It was simply a chaos of irrel
evant people and irrelevant incidents
thrown and strung together. It
is about as coherent as a populist mass
meeting. There was so little character
work in the thing that if the people had
donned each others costumes no one
would have known which was which.
All the roles were written with disgust
ing disregard to the common stage
proprieties. Even Mr. Chas. Sullivan
and Miss Anna Parker, two exception
ally bright and clever oung people, had
hard work to make their odious parts
endurable. If ever Mr. Brown succeed
ed in g'tting off something funny ho
was so pleased that ho straightway
killed it with much cherishing. It was
an odious performance.
Mr. Sedley Brown, the author of
this unique play, is by somo strango
misaleancc tho husband of that exceed
ingly clever and fascinating actress,
Henrietta Crossmun. Mins Crossman
is now getting her divorce. Heavens,
I'should think she would!
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Esther E. Lewis, the plaintiff herein,
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