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CHRIST'S POWER SAID TO HAVE BEEN MARVEL TO
Common People of Palestine Declared to Have Looked Upon Jesus as Able to Do Anything Faith of Centurion Lepers and Others Mentioned in New Testament Cited by Pastor.
(Sermon preached Dr. W. B. Hinson, !
Pastor of East Side Baptist Church.)
1 Corinthians 1:24 "Christ the Power
of God."
THE power that went forth from
Jesus Christ when lie walked
about Jerusalem even as we
walk about Portland was something
terrific. One day a centurion sent a
message to Jesus to the effect that
the centurion's servant was sick
unto death, but the message con
tained this remarkable statement:
"Do not take the trouble tJ come to
wy house to heal my servant, for
th;it i unnecessary, as I have serv
ants under me, and I order them
about and they do my bidding, so
speak the word only and my serv
ant shall be healed."
You see into the brain and the
heart of that soldier there had en
tered a consciousness that power
emanated from Christ. Another
centurion one day begged of Jesus
the favor of restoration to life for
his daughter. But he, too, seemed,
to think healing sickness or raising
the dead was an easy task, or in
deed was no task at all, to Jesus
Christ. .
And so into the mind of that sec
ond soldier there had penetrated the
fact that here was one who, was
captain of the forces of earth and
hell ad heaven.
Leper Has Faith.
A leper early in the ministry of
Jesus approached with his poor disease-mottled
body to the great
Christ, and he used this significant,
far-reaching and deeply suggestive
sentence: "If thou wilt, thou can'st
make me clean." In familiar phrase
he said, I do not know how your
inclination may be, whether you
choose to heal me or not, but I do
know about your power, you can do
It if you like. A marvelous testi
mony. And if you want to see this
same spirit present in a multitude
as in an individual, just recall the
afternoon when 5000 men thronged,
Jesus and the disciples said, "The
day is gone and the people are hun
gry, send them home that they may
get something to eat."
And he said, "Would it not be bet
ter to give them a meal?" And they
said, "A meal for 5000 men?" It is
possible they did not say it, but
they thought it. "How can it be
done?" And he said, "Bring me the
. little bit f picnic provision you
have. Now make the men sit down
My Discovery of England, by Stephen
Ieacock. Dodd, -Mead & Co.. New
York city.
Not to mar Mr. Leacock's book
y quacking a platitude but to get
the right viewpoint on it, it might
be well to observe that the best
way to appreciate any kind of life
is to detach yourself from it and
look at it from the outside; for
instance, the 'spectator at a poker
game always sees a great deal more
than the player.
Work all day in the office, come
home for dinner with your mind
still full of work, add to this a few
of the cares of the household, and
when dinner is over, bury yourself
in "My Discovery of England" for
an hour sufficient time to read
half the book. At the end of that
time the reader will find himself
sitting on a cloud, looking down
on a world he never saw before
and laughing at his struggles with
troubles which made him frown
during the day.
That is the secret of Leacock's
excellent humor. He sees every
thing from a detached viewpoint,
and he knows to a nicety how to
make his observations humorous.
In this particular book he points
out how submissively we live in a
world of habit and accepted cus
toms, without questioning the
merits of either habit or custom.
We tell stories at dinner parties
because it is the thing to do, and
we read all the papers say about
German indemnity simply because
it is there.
The purpose of this book, Lea
cock says, is to even up the balance
of trade in impressions. English
writers have been coming to Amer
ica no end and sending back im
pressions; it was time someone
went over and got some English
impressions. Arriving, he was in
terviewed by the press; a distinct
failure because the English press
didn't ask him the questions he ex
pected. He was prepared to reveal
the impressions English women
made on him, or what he thought
of the municipal sewerage plant
questions they had asked him in
Buffalo, but as to the relative
merits of French and Czecho-Slo-vakian
literature, he was stumped
and would have to look up the an
swer. The differences he found in Lon
don and New York thought are
simply these: New York thinks
"Do chorus girls make good wives?"
while London wonders if chorus
girls marry(well; and again when
New York asks if fat is a sign of
genius, London inquires if genius is
a sign of fat.
There are three or four sugar
coated pills in the series of 10 dis
cussions which make up the book.
Education and co-education as in
England and America is one; the
need of more profiteers and less
government is another. The chap
ter on prohibition is not intended
by the author to be in this class,
but it may easily be considered in it.
The author asserts that he really
found Englishmen with sense of
humor, and his explanation pro
vides a valuable discussion on what
humor really is. It pays a. humor
loving country such as our own to
know the answer to such a ques
tion, and Mr. Leacock's new book
is as useful as it is funny.
Pieces of Hate, by Heywood Broun. The
George H. Doran company,. New York
city.
Many persons walking along Sixth
street or looking into Washington
street windows, even some on North
Third street, have the knack of
seeing, straight and true, things as
they are. but those who can write
down what they see so that other
persons can read and see the same
thing whether they look or not
makes no difference should walk
on the edge of a nice pink cloud. If
they walk On the street they might
get run over by an automobile or
get into a fight and then they
' couldn't see any more. They might
still keep on writing, however.
Heywood Broun has from time to
time written 42 critical essays for
newspapers and magazines, and the
only thing wrong about the title of
the book in, which they are now in
corporated is that nobody who reads
' them will hate them. Straight news
or comment is a good bit like a
on the green grass in companies of
50 or 100."
And here is what always im
presses me strangely: What fools
they were to do that, to' go out to
5000 hungry men and say. "Scatter
yourselves into groups of 50 or 100,
for you are going to be fed." But
they did it. They were so con
vinced that there was power in that
leader of theirs that if he wanted to
feed five hundred thousand million
billion men he could do it with a
doughnut! The power that con
nected itself with him, ' I say, was
marvelous.
Now his enemies admitted this.
They said, we do not deny that he
works the miracles and that he does
these wonderful things, and the rea
son he can do the things nobody
else can do is he has got the devil
in him; he is in league with hell,
and all the direful artillery of the
pit has been placed at his disposal.
That is how his enemies accounted
for his power, which they could not
question. J
And his friends, why you have
only to think a moment and you can
see how at first the output of his
powr was their surprise and their
consternation; but they became so
accustomed to it that after a while
if he had told them things about
the heavens above or the earth be
neath, no matter what the story,
they would, as in the case of feed
ing the BOflO, commence to give him
ready obedience and well they
might. I thought today, after I had
listened to him and had heard him
say "I am greater than all the
prophets represented by Jonah; I
am greater than all the kings rep
resented by Solomon; I am greater
than all your ecclesiastical fabric
illustrated by the temple; I am
Lord of the very Sabbath itself; I
and God are one"; why, I, too,
should have been prepared for be
lieving him the possessor of resist
less power.
Faith Is Avowed.
Or if I had seen his deeds; if I
had seen him walk the water, if I
had heard him hush the wind, If I
had seen the leper go suddenly clean
in his skin under the voice of Jesus,
if I had seen the sheeted Lazarus
come out from his grave, if I had
seen demon-possessed men suddenly
become rational, I should have be
lieved there was sufficiency of
power in Christ to do anything. And
yet more, if I had live with him,
if I had watched him, if I had seen
the way he walked with the easy
swing of a purposeful man who
knew he was walking as stars move
in their orbits, or the great tides
roast of lamb Heywood Broun puts
the mint sauce on it.
"The Sheik," he says, was- a valu
able piece of advice because it
showed that women love to be mis
treated and taught men- to be care
ful about beating them unless they
were sure it was the right woman.
The advocated Sunday law should
be amended to include the per
formances of John Roach Straton,
because he is not one whit worse
than some of the sensational maga
zines. The triumph of a mother in pick
ing her own child from a whole
tray of babies, says he, is not so
much because it really makes little
difference which baby she picks
until it is over two years of age
and has become a person with per
sonality. There is decided merit in
his chapter on the effect of prohibi
tion on conversation, but each of 42
chapters can't be recounted here,
and there is merit, more or less, in
all of them.
The gist of them all is that Broun
has given each the little turn which
makes us see things more clearly
and wonder why we didn't see them
that way the first time. If more
writers would write with the same
engaging frankness we should in
time be able to see what we look at.
Behind the Mirrors, by the author of
"The Mirrors ot Washington." G. P.
Putnam's Sons, New York city.
Whether the buzz of interest
which will follow "Behind the Mir
rors" will be as loud and as highly
pitched as that which followed
"The Mirrors of Washington" re
mains to be seen. It probably will
not be, but, at any rate, it is certain
that in point of noise-making it will
fall short of the author's source of
inspiration, 'The Mirrors of Down
ing Street." It contains neither the
charm in style nor the keen, deli
cate satire..
Not that it is entirely devoid of
these qualities; they are there in
good, stable American form, which,
unfortunately, is not always the sort
to bring forth chuckles of delight
from the reader. The interest will
lie chiefly in the fact that all of
us enjoy reading critical stuff; en
joy witnessing the tearing apart of
someone else's character and the
holding aloft of faults for general
inspection.
"Who is he?" will be the most
common comment of all, for it is
only natural to. want to know the
identity of a person so brave as to
blast every member of the cabinet
and all of the best known senators.
As a matter of fact, the best two
tricks to attract attention have been
employed; criticising, because the
public prefers reading criticism to
praise, and anonymous authorship.
to excite curiosity.
Safe to say, the author is a demo
crat and one who has been a fre
quent member of minority move
ments. And in this championshop
of the cause of minorities lies the
greatest virtue of the book. Should
there be but a single way or mink
ing the necessity for thought would
obviously be eliminated, xne minor
ity is necessary to bring out both
sides of any question.
In the same way, in order to ap
praise correctly any individual, it
is expedient that nls lauits ana
shortcomings be revealed. That is
another virtue ef "Behind the Mir
rors." What the public actually
knows about the heads of the gov
ernment and its departments is apt
to be limited and more apt to be
inaccurate. It-is essentially a part of
modern statesmanship to withhold
certain knowledge from constitu
ents, and Consequently it is well
that occasionally some keen ob
server should vent his observations.
. Exposition of the causes to which
are due the present lack or leader
ship in congress fills quite a few
pages, and the faults of our system
of developing statesmen, or rather
our lack of such a system, fill quite
a few more. Beginning with Pres
ident Harding" and ending with the
prominent senators, the author picks
them separately to pieces and has
a thing or two to say about each
that is well worth thinking over
The only one who escapes unscathed
is Senator Borah, and La Follette
seems to get off easiest of those who
are only partially flayed.
But it is not in this criticism of
personality or this criticism of gov-
flood and fall; if I had watched
him when infuriated multitudes
picked up stones to kill him and he
arrested the hand in mid-air by his
look and walked as harmlessly
through them as a man would walk
through a kindergarten; if there
had been slowly revealed unto my
self the consciousness of his holi
ness, and of his oneness with Je-
hovah, I should have believed there
could be no resisting his power.
For I say to you as I have said
before, I accept the miracles of the
New Testament, and I find no diffi
culty in believing Christ was lord
of the forces of nature, of the
forces of disease, of the forces of
death, of the forces of hell, because
I believe in the greater miracle
than- all those, .even the miracle of
a life lived by a man upon the earth,
and so lived that he could say, "I
am God."
And there was not a word he had
ever said, or a deed that he had
ever done, but to that assertion oT
deity it yielded its amen and its
corroboration. Power I say issued
from Christ when he walked the
earth, in a way that I believe justi
fies my use of the word terrific.
And that power clothed him like
a garment all the time.
You may recall how Tennyson
commences his "In Memoriam" by
saying:
Strong Son of God, immortal love.
Whom we. that' have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace.
Believing where we cannot prove.
The heart as it listens to Tenny
son singing those four lines feels
the right word has been applied to
the Christ, "Strong son of God." This
seems to have impressed Christ's
mother, for perhaps we have never
sounded the significant depth of her
saying to the servants at the mar
riage feast, '(Whatsoever he saith
unto you, do it." It may appear in
credible, impossible, but if he tells
you to do anything, you do it!
John Stands for Power.
This I am sure charmed the lion
hearted John the Baptist, even the
power of Christ. For John himself
stood for power. That voice of his
rolling along the banks of the Jor
dan with its thundrous word about
flame and fan and judgment and
fire that would burn up the chaff,
betray him to have been the per
sonification of strength. But when
Jesus Christ stood before John, for
the first time I judge in all his
life the eyes of the great forerunner
fell, and he felt he was in the
presence of one whom his hands
should never touch in baptism. It
was this same power I remember in
John that attracted Jesus, for he
ernment that the real value of the
book is found. Running through all
of it is a careful explanation of
current trends that would point out
the way the government is going.
The importance of the farm bloc is
given full attention, and here it is
said that the real leader at Wash
ington is Grey Silver, the man be
hind the farm bloc.
That the new government so many
persons say must come, the author
says will be vertical government.
He explains it in the workings of
his so-called vertical industry. The
tendency is, having coal mines, not
to corner all the coal fields of a
region, but (to get iron mines, so
that the coal can be used to make
steel, and having made the steel, to
manufacture something from it.
Thus one magnate will control one
entire process of production from
raw material to the final product.
The farm bloc is held to be an
exemplification of this system m
government. - It will control that
portion of government reactive to
agriculture, and other blocs for
other industries will originate to
control their portions.
Altogether "Behind the Mirrors"
has considerable virtue and will be
widely read and widely discussed.
Few persons will read it with re
gret, or, having read, regret the
time devo'ted.
For the Benefit of My Creditors, by
Hinckley G. Mitchell. The Beacon
Press, Boston, Mass.
It is more than a dozen years
since Professor Hinckley G. Mitchell
was expelled from the Methodist
Episcopal church by the board of
bishops for heresy and for teach
ing doctrines contrary to the word
of. God and the doctrines of the
Methodist Episcopal church. His
teachings, the -controversy and the
trial are now, well-nigh forgotten
except by those who followed them
by reason of the interest they held
to their vocation.
Now that his autobiography, for
that is what the book really is, has
been published the case will come
to life again, and Methodism will
read with extremely good appetite.
It is entirely probable that the in
tervening years will bring about a
change of opinion.
The book is not intended to change
opinion. It is written in dispassion
ate vein, and there is but the slight
est trace of bitterness or of crit
icism within its covers. The case.
which held the attention of the en
tire church for more than five years,
is reviewed in full, and nearly all
of the documents which were ex
changed during its course are in
cluded in the text.
In addition there is a good bit of
excellent biography relative to Pro
fessor Mitchell's life outside of the
years when he was surrounded by
argument and defending his teach
ings. The work is, of course, in
tended for a justification of his
courage. The lay mind will accept
the argument, and a goodly portion
of the clergy will be prompted to
another thought on the case.
Good Houses, by Russell F. Whitehead
Weyerhaeuser Forest Products, St.
Paul, Minn.
There are a good many cities over
the United States whose home archi
tecture is generally bad, but ihey
are the ones which have not been
growing in recent years. With the
increase in home building and home
owning, the importance of true
architecture has been felt more and
more, until at the present time most
houses follow closely some specific
style of architecture throughout.
"Good Houses" Is not exactly a
guide; It is more of an explanation.
It contains 23 illustrations of
houses, 17 of which portray fun
damental architectural styles, and
six show modifications and adapta
tions of some of these styles. It
provides the home builder with in
formation on different types and
explains their history.
A Garnered Autumn Sheaf, by Ernestine
L. R. Collins. The Comh.nl Publishing
company, .Boston, Juass.
This poet from Missouri has made
poetry out of nearly everything that
chanced before her roving eye.- and
it varies in quality as the things
she writes of vary in character, but
not accordingly. A . rhetoric in
structor once said it was useless to
write about anything that had been
written about before unless you
could write about it better than it
had been writen about before, which
is an excellent rule. i
It can be applied either way to
Ernestine Collins' poetry. There are
some very fine straws in the gar
one day said to those who had
sprned John: "What did you go
out into the wilderness to see? A j
reed strengthless and waving? No!
A courtier? No! A . dapper little
man used, to bows and obeisances?
No! But what did you . see when
you went out into the wilderness?
A prophet greater than Elijah,
Isaiah, Habakuk and Micah.'.' And
the power of John. 'attracted Jesus,
and deep called unto deep, and. like
attracted like.
First Sermon Is Preached.
And when he preached his first
sermon it was a sermon of revolu
tion and battle and earthquake and
tornado. Power! Moses said this:
"Because you are' hard of f fieart."
I- say the opposite. A- single man
pitting himself against the cen
turies and the millenniums! '' And
when he closed that magnificent
sermon on the mount, what did
he do but think about power.
"Whoso hears my sayings a.nd heeds
them, I will liken him unto a man
who ' builds his house on the rock.
And the mighty rains fall, and the
multitudinous storms beat, and the
great ; winds blow and roar, and
that house shall not fall because it
has anchored itself in the power
signified by the rock." And I know
this charmed Simon Peter when he
approached Jesus and heard the lord
say: "They have called you Simon
up to this time, but from hence
forth you shall be Peter, the rock."
And I have always thought when
Peter stood up on the day of Pente
cost in response to the challenge of
the world he remembered that
Christ had called him rock, and he
stood there the one man beating
back the hosts of hell and holding
up the banner of the cross. Power
clothed Christ as with a garment.
And because of that power he
dared cross the national expecta
tion of the Jewish people who
looked for a warrior, his garments
red with blood, to overturn the
Roman power and re-establish the
Jewish power. And he dared cross
all that and say, "I came not to es
tablish an earthly kingdom here
and now, but I came to lead men
into the knowledge of God, which
would make them spiritual in their
intent and in all the functioning of
their life."
And he dared challenge the eecle
siasticism of his time, all' hoary
with" the ages, as he said: "Moses
endured up to this, but now even the
colossal figure of Moses must re
tire, .and I must fill the soul's hori
zon." And what, perhaps, gts
nearer to us who have no scope in
these greater movements he was
the one who crossed the expectation
of his own family. His brothers
tauntingly said: "If you are a won
nered autumn sheaf, and- then again
there are some straws rather shy
on grains of wheat and rather long
on chaff.
A very useful part of the book is
the generous section devoted to
translations by the authoress of
poems in French and German. These
are taken from the works of Augier,
Bourget,; Pate, Lamartine, Arvers,
Fontanry, Racine, Schiller, Heine,
Ruskert, Goethe and other great
poets, and are accurately repre
sentative and well interpreted.
Pierre and Lace, by Romain Holland.
Henry Holt and Company, New Tork
city.
Popular opinion would be loath
to admit the - rebellion of youth
against the disturbance of its even,
careless trackway caused by the
war. Some individuals will admit
it, but the actual admission makes
no difference. Whethe there were
thousands of youthB like Pierre or ,
whether he stood alone, Romain
Rolland is justified and in our debt
for telling this story.
Whether it is motivated or whether,
it is a pure and simple love story,!
with the war for a piece de resist
ance, matters not a whit. It is futile
to proclaim the beauty of Romain
Holland's writing, as unnecessary as
to proclaim that the rose is bautiful.
Clerambault, "Colas Breugnon,
"Jean Christophe" and other books
have proclaimed that. '.'Pierre and
Luce" is another justification of
such an opinion.
Those who knew something or
Paris during the winter and spring
of 1918 will, in the reading, have,
something of those months brought
back to them, more vividly perhaps
than the actual time impressed
them, and those who did not know
what those months meant will find
themselves a little closer to war
time Paris.
The exquisite lightness with which
the story is told is half its charm.
Only a master hand can tell a tale
as forcefully with such utter ab
sence of heaviness. Even the beauty
of love is increased in the beauty
of the telling of it.
Pierre and Luce is the story of
boy and a girl who met in the
shadow of war and try to drive the
clouds away by forgetting them so
that the sun can shine on their
single love. That the war should
eventually crush them, literally and
otherwise, is in keeping with the
author's ideas. He knew that his
own abhorence was futile, that
nothing could escape from theJ
snaaows, ana to prove it ne relates
the pathetic attempt of Pierre and
Luce to live within themselves.
Translations From the Chinese, by Chris
topher Morley. The George H. Doran
company. New York clt.
Whether Morley will be liked bet
ter in his free erse than he was
in "his former little ditties is, ofl
course, a matter of taste. With
rhyme and meter thrown in there
is both. the poetry and the content
to enjoy. "Translations From the
Chinese" must be liked alone for
its thought; although it assuredly
cannot be said that the lines are
not pretty and well-sounding.
The source of the Bweetness of
Morley's thought is perhaps more
nearly revealed in this new volume
than in any other of his former
compilations. He says that there
is Chinese writing in every man's
heart; fleeting thoughts which are
hard to catch and to translate into
everyday meaning, and the 1 book
explains his idea. - Through the
verses, runs the Morley vein of quiet
humor, and the poet is seen more
clearly, perhaps, than he is in any
other volume of his writing.
The House of Mottun, by George Glbbs.
D. Appleton & Co., New York city..
In "The House of Mohun" George
Gibbs has made an exceedingly
significant stuay of the modern
young woman, the so-called flap
per. He has taken Cherry Mohun.
the girl In "The House of Mohun."
ind given us a picture of a New
York society girl, playing at life
with vivacious carelessness; show
ing to us the full possibilities that
lie in her. , , -
Back of the girl is the builder of
the house of Mohun, a captain of in
dustry, whose absorption in the for
tune he has amassed is absolute. The
mother is a beautiful society woman
with a brilliant social talent, who is
completely enthralled by the social
glamor which she has developed for
the family name.
In this tale, George Gibbs loses
der worker, go up to Jerusalem, the
capital, and exhibit yourself there
as a marvel. Do not hide your light
in a little country town like Nazar
eth." And his mother said, "They
have no wine. Jesus." - And he
crossed the expectation -of his own
household and said. "Your hour is
always on the strike, but my hour
never strikes until God's purpose
adjusts the- dial plate and the
weight." And he crossed the expec
tation of the men who had poured
their lives into his plan as rivers
pour themselves into the sea, for he
said unto Peter, James and John.
You want earthly pomp and power?
Wait till ye receive power from on
high that shall make you martyrs
rather than monarchs, and preach
ers instead of earthly potentates."
And so he crossed the expectation of
the men h loved most In all the
world. And as I read the story in
those four gospels, 1 hear winds
blowing and seas roaring, and great
thunders pealing, and I am caught
up in a gale of power, and I think
of Christ as the omnipotent god.
Power In Perpetuated. '
But lastly, this power of Jesus he
perpetuated by projecting it into
the ages that never saw him and
never heard his voice. When he left
I wonder how many of us have
ever seen this, and I wonder how
many of those who have seen it
saw it early when he left, when
they stood with mingled hope and
fear and watched him up on the
cross, mingled hope that even yet
something might happen, and fear,
"It is getting late in the day." min
gled hope and) fear, until with a
loud voice that excited their hope
he cried, "It Is finished!" Now, if
ever, something will happen. And
something happened. For he said.
"Father, into thy hand I put my
spirit." And then his head fell, and
he was noticeably, manifestly, cer
tainly dead! And then hope died in
their hearts. And of all the men I
ever read of in history, I never be
came acquainted with a group of
men so absolutely like unshepherded
sheep, or wailing little orphans, as
were those fishermen of Galilee.
They have not a bit or resiliency or
resoluteness left. They are like
chaff on the wings of the wind.
Overtake two of them on the Em-
maus road for - confirmation of
what I say. They were talking one
to the other, and a stranger joined
them and they said, "Do you not
know why we are broken of heart
and undone? Are you a stranger?
Why. we supposed Jesus Christ was
the Messiah. We turned every hope
we had on him. We lived in. his
mild and magnificent eye. We
learned his great accents. But he
none' of his skill as a story teller
and he has bent his fine talent to
ward driving us a novel that is strik
ingly pictorial in its portrayal of the
social scene today an powerful In
its grasp of the essential facts con
cerning the younger generation.
The Lore Story of Ailette" Bran ton, by
Gilbert Frankau. The Century com-
pany. New York city.
It is when finishing such a book
as this that a reviewer regrets any
previous generosities in adjectives.
It is fiction, but it is more than fic
tion it is a guide to life.
- The book is full of characters as
splendid as any who have walked
across the pages of literature this
year, and they are confronted with
circumstances and problems which
only the sort of people they are
could face correctly and solve ade
quately. In form the novel is the
typical.
analytical English type.
such as H. G. Wells' earlier works
or the well-remembered series done
half a dozen years ago by Compton
MacKenzie. '
But unlike MacKenzie, Frankau
does not show how smoothly life can
run after these bridges of conven
tion have been destroyed; his story
is that of the destruction, and it is
told well and thoroughly, with 'no
essential detail left out and no non
essentials left in.
The justification of Ailette Brun
ton's course is her chastity of
thought and demeanor; that her
husband's infidelities should place
an Insurmountable barrier between
her and him and yet not rob her of
the ' instincts of her womanhood.
The revelation in the content of a
conversation between her and her
sister that her secret has been kept
makes the subsequent chapters all
the more powerful.
That she should on a glorious
frosty morning thrill with the ex
citement of riding a matchless
thoroughbred to hounds, at the
same time regret her loneliness and
find a subtle comfort in the pres
ence of a man galloping beside her,
Frankau makes a natural yet an ex
traordinary event. And that love
should develop between her and
Ronald Cavendish follows as nat
urally out of the circumstances.
The refusal of her husband to
free her by divorce, and the hatred
of divorce on the part of Julia Cav
endlsh, Ronald Cavendish's mother,
make possible this exceptional love
story.
Undoubtedly Julia Cavendish is
one of the great characters of the
book. Emphatically against divorce,
this distinguished novelist has writ
ten into her books many a plea for
stronger laws against severing the
ties of God. Yet the honesty of her
son and her love for him alter her
viewpoint so that she aids in the
battle for Ailette Brunton's freedom.
a thread in the plot that is traced
with remarkable insight, while her
complete devotion to her son en
nobles the rather squalid atmos
phere of the divorce court and lends
1 fine pathos to the long tragedy ot
suspense.
The English country setting and
the country life, wholesome and in
tellectual, add not a little to the
novel's charm. So.maiiy books, in
telligently written, are of those
places. That all of the characters
are of sound English aristocracy
makes for the appropriateness of
such a story, and the fact that the
sex psychology of the whole situa
tion is frankly dealt w,ith from the
point of view of each member of the
triangle results in a most absorbing
book and a perfectly clean one, it
should be said.
His Grace Gives Notice, by Lady Trou
bridge. Duffleld & Co., New York
city.
Put too many characters in a
novel, characterize them by asser
tion on the part of the author or
ejaculation ' on the part of friends,
chase them around over Europe at
will and for no particular reason
except to put them into nice places
that sound well; then fail to de
scribe the places or the life In them,
and the result cannot be much of a
book.
Lady Troubridge had a plot of a
sort, . which she has woven into
light, very light, fiction. The story
concerns- a man who inherited a
dukedom while he was a servant.
He is supposed to be a democratic
kind ot chap, supposed to have the
right ideas. He takes his dukedom
pretty hard and finally marries the
daughter of the lord . whom he
served as a footmaa.
is dead." You can hear the funeral
knell of everything in the life of
those two men. It tolled dismally,
fearfully, as they said, "But he is
dead!'' That is where they were
when he left them. Now, what coun
terbalancing fact can ever transpire
to recover what Christ has lost by
dying? How can he regain his hold
on these men? What high note is
there that will challenge into at
tention and demolish with overmas
tering power the horrible condition
of mind and heart and soul they
manifest when they say, "But he is
dead"? What can he do? Why put
forth his power and rise again.
which he did. And to those men
who wailed. "He is dead." he proved
he was not dead, but alive with the
power of an endless life and an
omnipotent deity. And then the
old resiliency is lost in the magni
fied resiliency; and they rise up
and rock thrones and tear down
dynasties and demolish philosophies
and crash heathenism and conquer
the Roman world with the power
that has come in that new conscious
ness of the savior's resurrection.
And more than his old hold on those
men does he manifestly possess
after his resurrection.
Difficulty la Encountered.
But can he project that conscious
ness of power into peoplethiat never
knew him? - There is the difficulty.
Were I Peter, I could say. Oh, it is
the old Jesus come back w'th the
old-time power. But suppose I had
never known him. Well, , then, I
must go to Saul of Tarsus, who had
never seen Jesus, and never heard a
word from his lips. And Saul goes
down to Damascus, a man of power.
But one power going down into
Damascus is suddenly met by an
other power that stands on the
Damascus road, and the power that
stands on the Damascus road quietly
pushes the power going toward
Damascus down into the dust, and
Paul, mark you, rises up, a man
who never knew the Lord on earth,
and becomes as everybody can see,
the greatest champion of Christian
ity the world ever saw. And the
man who had never seen the Lord
up to then, becomes the champion of
Christ's religion, and rides forth
prepared to meet any and every foe
the great Christ may have in all the
world.
And -what he did to the individual
he has -done to 'the multitudes in
every century of these past two
millenniums. There never has been
a year in these nineteen hundred
and twenty-one, but Jesus Christ
has put forth his power. And he
has put it forth in your sight and
mine as he has seldom manifested it
in the ages gone.
Forty years spent In preparation
THE' LITBMRY PERISCOPE
BY JENNETTE KENNEDY,
Assistant In the Circulation Department,
Public Library.
A CLOSE friend of the late em
press of Russia, Madame Lili
Dehn, has written a sympa
thetic account of her life called "The
Real Tsarista."
A history by George Trevelyan
who already has to his credit sev
eral remarkably good ones is an
event of importance in the world of
books. His new work "British His
tory in the 19 th Century" (1782
1901) has been described by J. St.
Loe Strachey as "a very wise, a very
fair ana a very interesting book."
Furthftrmn-rp ha iloplaroo "Mr- TV.
velyan "writes like a Judge and not j
fair without being vapid, moderate
.without loss of a vivifying vehem
ence, temperate without te-pldness."
A happy alliance of the fine arts
is secured in the Pennsylania
Academy of Fine Arts, Philadelphia,
when a programme of good music is
given on Sunday afternoons during
the annual art exhibition at that
gallery.
Th great Danish scholar Pro
fessor Otia Jesperson- in his work on
"Language: Its Nature, Develop
ment and Origin," makes an inter
esting statement regarding the in
fluence of women on language. He
says; "The vocabulary of a woman
as a rule is much less extensive
than that of & man. Women move
preferably in the central field of
language, avoiding everything that
is out of the way or bizarre, while
men will often either coin new
words or expressions, or take up
old ones, if by that means they are
enabled or think they are enabled
to find a more adequate or precise
expression for their thoughts.
Woman is linguistically quicker
than man; quicker to learn, quicker
to hear, and quicker to answer. A
man is slower; he hesitates; he
chews the cud to make sure of the
taste of the words."
A great crop of vagabonding
books should result from the far
flung travels of such writers as E.
Alexander Powell, now in Persia,
Harry A. Franck, in northern Japan,
Herbert Adams Gibbons, In the vi
cinity of Constantinople, while It is
reported that Frederick O'Brien,
Sydney Greenbie and T. M. Long
streth are about to depart for
strange and distant shores.
The novel by tne negro author
Rene Maran, which won the Prix
Goncourt in France "Batonala," is
said to be selling in-France at the
rate of 8000 copies a day. A trans
lation is soon to be published in this
country.
i
A scientific work by John Mills is
attraqting a great deal of interest,
"Within the Atom," for it is an out
line of the development of the study
of the atom through which "Scien
tists are discovering laws more Im
portant than those of Newton, and
are making deductions which over
shadow those of Darwin; within the
atom they are discovering the age
of our earth, the sources of our en
ergy, and the secret of- life itself,
scientifically speaking. .
A new novel ' by Walter De La
Mare, "The Return," is characterized
as "one that must be ranked with
the supreme Action of the fearsome."
Rider Haggard has lived a full
life, for besides writing over 50
novels in the past 30 years he has
recently written- a new mystery
story, "The Virgin of the Sun." But
his authorship is merely one inci
dental side of his life, for he is a
lawyer, a political economist, a
member of parliament, and from
holding a South African post as' sec
retary to Sir H.. Bulwar, at the age
of 19, he has had some position un
der the British government ever
since. His leisure time is spent in
gardening and farming on his Nor
folk estate.
Do you know the poems of the
man who is declared by many to be
"America's foremost living poet?"
Edwin Arlington Robinson- won the
Pulitzer, prize for the best volume
for world dominion, 40 years of
drinking to this toast, "The day"!
Forty years of godless devilish phil
osophy "that the weak and the meek
are to "be exterminated, and the
blond German is to govern the
world." Forty years of teaching in
school and college and university.
"We no longer believe in non-resistance;
we believe in crushing
power that will make the whole
world German." And back to the
allies day by day, and mile by mile
toward disaster. Then something
happened! What was it? That god
less power and were I speaking to a
congregation of Germans In Berlin
I should say exactly the same thing
that godless power that said, "We
do not want any New Testament
Christ, we want the old German
god," that godless power went on
and on and on, till it touched Bel
gian and Frenchman and British
man, and it went on till it touched
Jesus Christ, and then it went back.
impotent as a wave that reels back
from'a rock! His power! I wish
when they ask, "Who won the
war?" you would stop talking about
the United States winning the war,
or allies winning it.' It was won by
nobody. It was handed from a
power that has got a big scar in it.
the hand of the crucified. That was
the power that rendered impotent as
a bit of scorched twine the work of
40 years and the mightiest military
machine that ever went lumbering
over the surface of the earth!
( Individual Experience Cited.
And what he did- in the mass, he
does in the experience of the indi
vidual. "Do not," said a New Zea- I
lander to a foolish Englishman, "do
not speak evilly of the good book,
but come here and see that stone,
for that is where we used to kill
our enemies and eat them when
they were dead; but now we love
our enemies until they become our
friends, and we keep that stone as
a sad reminder of the day when we
did not know Jesus Christ." The
power that he projected the down
coming ages, till It met you and en
countered me. For here I need no
body's theory, I have an experience
of my own. He met me one night,
and he changed the entire current
of my life. And the things I loved
were the things I hated henceforth.
And the things I had hated were the
things I have lived for ever since.
And the one power that subjugated,
dominated, and possessed my soul
was the same power that said to the
waves of the Galilean lake, "Be
quiet," and to the winds, "Get back
into the fastnesses of the hills." And
you you followed with interest the
recital of my experience because it
of verse published in America in
1921. Is he the poet of your choice?
John O'London says that less than
two hours before the late Field
Marshal Sir Henry Wilson fell at
the hands of his cowardly assassin,
he had repeated the lines from Kip
ling's "Recessional" which begin,
"The tumult and the shouting dies."
The occasion was the unveiling of a
war memorial.
The Dutch author Louis Couperus
has a new novel, "Universal Peace,"
for fall publication.
A readable volume of short stories
by Lucas Malet is "Da Silva's Wid
ow, and Other Stories." They are
full of sublety, delicacy, and a cer
tain sophistication which is far re
moved from the moving picture type
of "action" story, with which we
have become so bored. -
"The Haunts of Life," which is
the titlA nf Professor .1. Arthur
Thompson's new study of animal J
life Js concerned with the seashore,
the open sea. the depths of -the
ocean, the fresh waters, the dry
land, the air as the habitat of life.
One writer on Joseph Tumulty's
"Woodrow Wilson As I Knew Him."
says: "This volume has a truly
poignant interest. It is remarkable
to think that Wilson whose name
filled the world in 1918 and 1919
is thus written, about as though he
were dead."
The admirers of William De Mor
gan will be interested in a biog
raphy by A. M. W. Stirling of wide
appeal, for it records the life of
William D Morgan and his wife,
the former artist, potter and novel
ist, the latter an artist of achieve
ment. "Newspapers and Their Million
aires" is Lord Northcllff's little book
of portraits comprising "all the per
sonalities who control metropolitan
daily journalism." It is reported
that the publication of it has stopped
the proposed quite unnecessary cut
in London daily printers' wages.
-
The amusing story of "Three Lov-
tnr Ladies." by Mrs. Dowdall, Is fol
lowed now by an agreeable, shrewd
and entertaining novel, "The Tact
less Man."
Mary Johnston's new romance,
"The Silver Cross," is winning much
praise from the critics for charm
and beauty of setting.
"The Moral Poison in Modern Fic
tion" is the title of an analysis by
R. Brimley Johnson of the ethics of
today's fiction.
Producing new harmonies or dif
ferent arrangements in" music was
formerly frowned down by the or
thodox music teacher, but today im
provising is encouraged and young
music pupils who can extemporize
melodies are thought to be on the
road to a proper understanding and
appreciation of music. With this
end in view, Ethel Home has writ
ten a little book, "Improvising," in
which she demonstrates a simple
method of teaching children to im
provise. '
The Victorian age may arouse ad
miration, boredom, regrets, pride,
sarcasm! distaste or delight, as the
case may be, but certainly it seems
to be a mine of material for the
writers of today. One of the latest
books dealing with the celebrities
and theories of that period, as well
as with today's reconstruction prob
lems. Is John Bailey's "Some Politi
cal Ideas and Persons." It is a vol
ume of political essays and discusses
"The Widow At Windsor." Disraeli,
Henry Fox, Lord Randolph Church
ill and also the league of nations,
the labor situation, and other vital
problems. The author is the liter
ary critic of the London Times.
-.-
Anatole France says "What ex
actly distinguishes the right from
the wrong side in politics?" . Our
friends are on the right side; other
people are on the wrong." '
The vogue of W. H. Hudson's
books has Increased to such ah ex
tent that a work which has been
out of print for ten years. The Nat
uralist in La Plata," is being revived
in a new dress. It contains such
is the replica of your own. He met
you.
In Paul's significant phrase he
arrested you, and you became docile
in the hands of that power. And
you- tonight are as charmed by that
power as was the Apostle Paul when
he said, "I am not ashamed of the
gospel of Christ, for it is the power
of God unto salvation." And if you
have never yielded to that power, I
still bring you into the court and
into the witness box and ask for
your evidence. My friend, keeping,
from yielding to the power of Christ
and becoming Christian was the big
gest exhibition of power you ever
made! For I am talking to men and
women whose brows, and hearts,
and wills, and lives, and whose souls
sweat once as with deadly deter
mined resistance they managed
somehow, aided by hell, to keep the
saving power of Christ out of their
lives. I say the greatest achieve
ment you ever wrought was your
successful resistance of the mag
netism, the spiritual magnetism of
the Christ who said, "I, if I be lifted
up, will draw all men." The most
wonderful demonstration of your
power that you ever manifested was
your saying to that drawing and
attracting Jesus, "I will not! I will
not! I will not!" You succeeded,
but God by what an effort you did
succeed! That is the power of Jesus
Christ.
And I determined tonight that I
would say to you by that power of
Jesus I came back from where
everybody said I ought to die. And
then I determined I would say no
more about it because I have got a
bigger thing to tell. Did he deliver
me from the grip of a physical dis
order? He did a greater thing. He
took me, resolutely and defiantly
plodding my hellward road, with
will like steel and determination in
flexible, and a bravado that had me
hurricane's force in it, and he said,
"You halt right there!" And I
halted! And he said, "Now right
about face!" And 1 turned clean
round; And '
He broke the power of canceled sin
And set the prisoner free.
That is the biggest thing I know
about Christ. Infinitely bigger than
healing a body. What has he done
for you? Am I alone in my testi
mony? Have I got to say, "I am the
isolate Individual? He has done
nothing for anybody else but he has
done this for me." Is that the situ
ation tonight? Let me appeal to
men only . Is there any man in this
house at this moment can say. "Mr.
Preacher, what Jesus Christ did for
you, Jesus Christ did for me." If
you can say that, and care to, "He
did for me what he did for you." if
you care' to say it this way, stand
up. Christ the power of God!
chapters as "Fear in Birds," "Music
and Dancing in Nature," "Tne
Strange Instincts of Cattle," etc.
A book on forest conservation
which contains material which
might prove useful in America is on
"The Forests of India," by E. P.
Stebbing. The writer was for many
years in the Indian forestry service,
which has preserved an immense
forest reserve of priceless value in
India. Mr. Stebbiig gives the meth
ods and results of such conserva
tion in his record.
,
The debates, discussions and con
versations at a man's club is the
form Horace G. Hutchinson has
chosen for presenting philosophical
and scientific ideas in a readable
form. He calls the work "The Fort
nightly Club." and some of the
themes discussed are: "Man, the
Mistake-Maker," "Animal Psychol
ogy," "There Must' Be Pain," "Man's
Age on the Earth," "The Earth's
Place in Space," "The Great Cook
and the Little Cook," "What Is Sin?"
"The Universal Cinematograph" and
other topics.
Ex-Swimming Star Now Is
Wild Man in Cave.
Aged Hawaiian Is Said to Have
Swum TO Miles in One Stretch.
HONOLULU, T. H July 22. fSpe
cial.) In the hills back of
Honolulu there is a cave inhabited
by'an aged Hawaiian who in his day
was a- greater swimmer than even
Duke Kahanamoku. Because he pre
fers it, Kealoha Pipi, 80 years old.
is spending his declining days living
the life of a wild man in this cave,
from whose mouth he can see the
freshly ironed flannels and the new
ly washed knickers of tne members
of the Oahu Country club as they
play their greens.
The cave is high up on the side
of a hill in Nuuanu valley and is
quite dry and comfortable. . It is
fitted up for a permanent residence.
Some months ago, residents of
Nuuanu valley complained to the
police that their ice boxes were be
ing robbed of canned goods and
crackers This continued for some
time and the police investigated.
They finally located this cave and
Kealoha Pipi. In the back of the
cave were empty cracker boxes and
cans.
But evidently the fare did not
prove to his liking, for a week or
two before the police had found him
the ice-box robberies had stopped.
He was taken to the police station,
held several days and released with
a caution not to rob ice boxes any
more. He declared he would rob no
more ice boxes and has kept his
word. This was some months ago.
Recently the officers who arrested
him had occasion to visit the valley
where the cave is and found Kealoha
back in his place. But they told him
they were not looking for him and
that if he wanted to he could con
tinue living in the cave.
As a youth Kealoha Pipi was one
of the star swimmers of Hawaii.
That wag long before there was an
A. A. U. or any sanctioned com
petitions. In speed swimminsr Pipi
could beat any other Hawaiian in
these waters. His favorite trick was
to sign on as a sailor with some
vessel stipulating part pay as soon
as the ship was three miles off
shore. The skippers were always
willing to do it because they needed
sailors, so many of their original
crews' deserting here. Pipi would
get his part pay and then in a quiet
moment clip over and ewini ashore.
Creditable reports say that he some
times swam as much as 25 and 30
miles and some not quite so credit
able place the distances as high as
60 and 70 miles.
That he was a wonderful swim
mer there is no doubt. The muscles
of his body and arms are wonder
fully developed and even at the ags
of 80 he is still well formed and a
husky customer, for it required
three policemen to arrest him on the
occasion of the ice-box robberlos.
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