THE EQUINOX
JOHN. Oh! the black blind hideous horrible injustice of it all! [W2th convic-
tion.) There is no God!
As the book consists of little else but episodes of this kind, it will be seen
that the entertained attention of the judicious reader need never flag.
A.C.
THE NEw SociaL RELIGION. By Horace HOLLey. 6s.
HOLLEY, Holley, Holley, Lord God Almighty!
K. H. A. K.
To MALISE AND OTHER POEMS. By AELFRIDATILLYARD. W. Heffer& Sons,
Cambridge.
A VOLUME of sonnets, serious and not so serious—the serious portraying
spiritual yearning with impelling earnestness and artistic imagery, and brimful
of human sentiment. Through these poems runs the palpitating thrill of
womanhood in its highest sense, refined, idealistic and restrained, as witness
“A Poem to an Unborn Child.” These eighty pages of serious moods have the
merit of a lightness and freshness which could never bore, even if one did not
agree,
The “not so serious” mood will be welcomed by readers blessed, or cursed,
with a strain of gentle flippancy in their blood. It would be a misconception to
suggest one of these in particular as being indicative of the author’s personality.
That, for instance, beginning “ Would that my songs were sausages” is not to be
thought of in this connection, so we quote from the standpoint of a critic—
cosmopolitan and humanitarian—namely, the “couplets” for unimaginative
young men and maidens standing on the threshold of romance, longing, but
dumb. Here is a real poet ready to help them in simple yet subtle phrase.
What more could one want?
A. C. Hoss.
OscaR WILDE AND HIS MOTHER. A MEMOIR BY ANNA, COMTESSE DE
BREMONT. Everett & Co., Ltd., London.
AS there are thoughts that sometimes lie too deep for tears, so there are
books which it would be sacrilege to review. This is one of them. But one
may say that in spite of the soul-moving pathos of the subject and the naive
brilliance of treatment, the most interesting aspect of the whole is the wonderful
self-revelation of La Bellissima Contessa, as all those who know her call her to
distinguish her from other countesses. She is indeed the antithesis of Oscar
Wilde—a ‘ marvellous masculine soul in the feminine brain building,’ and in this
little masterpiece it is the soul which speaks. Aum Mani Padmen Hum.
SUPER SINISTRAM.
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