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Show f - THE CITIZEN trade," but had now mar-G- j and retired; but, a millionaire if many ether people who retire she evidently fte professions, in giving it up. d some liffleulty .'beauty VJ JOHN KEATS. ' het ;nan received, an invitation London Ronald to a profes- Mr. Guildhall School of Mu- sonie hesita-- ' accepted it after ip at Jd ti-- i and leads to an amusing. party given by Mr. JM.r,,ld: before the war, Le tiin;: were asked to and I my dine. en Ron-Mr- s. Ranald had provided a de-tfas is her want; two so absorb-?wer- e qda waittr.l upon us, and wc in doing justice to the Ljs and u discussing various iqter-n- ge matters that we scarcely notic-thclumsy waiting of the second lor maid until Mrs. Ronald apoloUkeclumsvwaitingofthesecond Cd for it, rather elaborately, I gught, saying she regretted having a e the evperiment of engaging from lly inexperienced parlor maid we have I see now why country. answered I a invited, laughingly is a case of trying it on tlje dog! J, after thus having our attention twn to it, we certainly did begin to ui iice that the vegetables were being the wine our right tablecloth-Insteato the poured on into the glasses, and so on. Jinny the second parlor maid fled Join the room, doubled up with what ieared to be uncontrollable hyster-an- d, as she fled, I really looked at for the first time, and said: Poor tori! do you know, her profile reminds me of Irene Scharrer. And then suddenly it dawned on me fliat a hoax had been played on us (though it was not the 1st of April), lid I cried It is Irene Scharrer! And It "was; and she promptly returned, in eip and apron, to finish dinner with us. Raided to xSb being of ear-lobe- i Incidentally we s, King Edward was always kind to .my father, and bought eyeral of his pictures, besides sitting tot him for the pencil drawing now in the British museum. I remember a I summer at Homburg, when I Ws quite a girl, my father and I were tying in the park undeT the trees, lisr 1 the orchestra. It was even-- , growing' rather dark.' King presently arrived and made 0" Way a sea a ew rows in front f us. Recognizing my father, he smil-J- J an(t made a friendly; movement jth his hand; but, alas! papa, who rather short sighted, did not per-2v- e it. In vain I whispered, Look, JPa, the King over there against Oose trees on the right My poor tower kept in the wrong peering till at last the cheery royal Jwce rang out, Tm over here, ; Mr. nmann ! and the difficulty was over-- . Wne. n, . you would ijhere8ili(lI have 0,1 i be home at 11, been keeping awake last two bourn wait?ng for you in! said an angry wife. The i nquent husband leaned against the an hrePared to remove his boots. I lie 8a softly and sorrow-tf- j' fiji been waiting outside for two hours sos you'd go to e fp. 1 THREE MORE DAYS - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Matinee Wednesday . 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Comedy WILLIAM COLLIER In . f THE HOTTEN TOT "... charming little incident characteristic of his noted geniality and kindness of ttying to and Wward Five or six years later Matthew Arnold expressed the same opinion: curious chances and coincidences often No one else in English poetry, save remind us that there are more things Shakespeare, has in expression quite between heaven and earth than are the fascinating felicity of Keats, his dreamt of in our philosophy. perfection of loveliness. I think, he of I Any originality said humbly, T shall be among tbo thought may possess id- due in the first case to the English poets after my death He is; fact that when a cowboy on the trail he is with Shakespeare. fifty years ago I had no books and by But Matthew Arnolds reasoning the camp fire, at night had to answer does not seem to me convincing. He the obstinate questionings of sense says : and outward things without any help Notwithstanding his short term and from the choice and master spirits of imperfect experience, by virtue of ills my time. I was forced to think and feeling for beauty and of his percepcould not read. tion of the vital connection of. beauty ' The second happy chance of my life with truth, Keats accomplished so willed it that all my education took much in poetry that in one of the place in these states, in France and great modes by which poetry interGermany, and that when I came to prets, in the faculty of naturalistic inEnglish literature I read and studied terpretation, in what we call natural without preconceived English ideas. magic, he ranks with Shakespeare. My Shakespeare book is one Tesult of Though Keats has once or twice this foreign education; but all my reached magical interpretation of naviews of English literature . are unture only to be compared with that of tinged by English prepossessions and Shakespeare or Blake, no one has yet noticed that in manifold richness of English prejudices. I can still recall vividly the shock ii rhythm and in the dying fall of new cadences, the blank verse of Keats in gave me to find William Rosetti putHyperion surpasses not only Shaketing Shelley above Keats. Wr.tng of the graves of the two poets in the speare at his best, but the organ tones of Milton as well. cemetery in Rome he first I could if I would give a dozen pasmentions Keats and the slab of marble sages to prove that to me at least covering his remains with its inscription: Here lies one whose name is Keats and not Shelley was the divinYet England writ in water, and he adds: A few est of the dembgods. paces further on and you come to a almost let him starve and it took fifty-od- d still more sacred grave, the grave of years for him to reach his proper Sheland wave-wor- n the world-worplace, side by side with Shakespeare and Blake. ley, the divinest of the demi-godI am writing this on the hundredth I threw the book Ass, ass, ass! down in an outburst of rage. But I anniversary of his death in Rome. found this judgment of Rosetti was the Who would have dared to say thn that this consumptive ordinary and accepted Englih judghad in lad written hand I to had take purer English than myself ment, and and force myelf to rationalize my Shakespeare himself and finer blank overwhelming and almost instinctive verse than Milton, and considering hid prepossession in favor of Keat. I years stands without a peer in the knew hundreds of verses of Shelley bv Pantheon of Humanity. No wonder Shelley wrote of him: heart, but one has only to read his Skylark and then Keats NightinTill the future dare gale in order to realize how immeasurably superior John Keats was. And Forget the past, his name and fate shall be, the Skylark is about the best of Shelleys work, whereas Keats in the An echo and a Light unto Eternity. Frank Harris in Pearsons Magazine. Ode to a Grecian Urn, and The Belle Dame Sans Merci has reached WHY DO WE DO IT? higher heights than are to be found even in The Nightingale. The folowing letter was received a "Keats is with Shakespeare, I cried to myself, indignant, and Shakespeare few weeks ago: Kind and Attentive Sir: himself had never done anyhing at I note that your magazine has to to be compared to Keats. twenty-si- x His best is the best poetry ever written do with the exchange of courtesies except here and there some divine between men and women. I am in your country, it is not yet a long time. verse of Blake. I wish to know. In one of my pieces of literIf into an elevator of the public, ary and poetic criticism in England 1 made this declaration of faith and was there enters a gentleman, then also immediately atacked for it on all into this a lady comes, the gentleman hands. Oscar Wilde once even in his his hat removes, is it not so? Many so charming way laughed at the idea of times, it is so little, the crowd, it is a western American a cowboy big; so many ladies. My hat, it is what you say, shove Frank? giving laws to Oxford about In the same, like those little round English poetry. You will come to my opinion, was cakes you have at breakfast. At flist, I think perhaps it is the hat at fault. my retort, in a little time." And two or threa days afterwards I showed But no, I have tried several, always him a letter from Lord Tennyson in It is the same. They were not made which lie said: How glad I am to for that. I ask you, sir, what must I do? Of see this opinion which I have held for . very : THE ATE it half-educate- d, jf . have said SALT LAKE s. have a story of the heart. iOne acci- n 1 ill whether Pro-testa- bie King Edward: The late wonder - - Mr. and Mrs. Landon CJiUe I sometimes dent are not providential. 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