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A Memoir based on his Unpub- "No more gracious and courtly pres ence appears in the literary history of the Victorian era than that of the late Aubrey de Vere. . . . The volume which has been prepared by Mr. Ward with so much insight and faithfulness is rendered especially attractive by the frequent references to such literary giants as Wordsworth, Tennyson, Newman, Coleridge, Southey, Sir Henry Taylor, Carlyle, and Ruskin, of whom De Vere was the personal friend." - Globe, London. Longmans, Green & Co., 93 Fifth Ave., New York When writing to advertisers please mention THE LITERARY WORLD LILIAN BELL (Mrs. Arthur Hoyt Bogue) may justly take pride in her originality and her enthusiasm. She is one of the most forceful figures in American literature. What she writes is as far from conventionality as the sun is distant from the earth. She is young, and, like every other original and enthusiastic person, she has her faults—faults technical as well as temperamental. But these faults, such as they have been, she is fast correcting. Her writings largely reflect her own opinions. For instance, two years ago, in Boston, speaking of the United States army, she said: "The men are splendidly brave, intelligent, and efficient so far as the little force goes; but the minute an army officer gets away from the barracks he puts on civilian's dress, and that, to my mind, is entirely wrong. There ought to be a rule compelling officers and men in our army to wear their uniforms at all times. This would keep the army in the people's minds, and make them realize that it is a real thing and a part of the nation that they can be proud of. . . . You never see army officers on the streets or in public places in uniform; they act as if they were ashamed of it. I am proud of our army, and I think we ought to make more of it than we do. If I were a man there'd be no other career on earth for me. My brother is an officer, and it is the delight of my heart that he is permanently in the service, and employed in the defence of my beautiful America, and that he will live his whole life under the shadow of the flag." (Her brother, to whom, by the way, her clever story, Sir John and the American Girl," is dedicated, is a lieutenant in the 17th Infantry, U. S. A., now stationed in the Philippines.) Rose Hollenden expresses virtually the same sentiments in "The Expatriates." Indeed, in that singu larly interesting and strangely abused novel you will find many traces of the author's experiences and opinions. You may remember the episode at the reception given by the American ambassador to France, Mr. Sharp: ་ "But suddenly Rose saw the tall, bent figure of the American ambassador approaching. As he neared the Marquise d'Auteil, she turned from Prince Orloff, and, mistaking Mr. Sharp for a servant, she said, in a distinct tone which everybody heard: 666 'Garçon, call the carriage of the Marquise d'Auteil!'" The incident took us back to what Lilian Bell had said in an interview, long before the publication of the book, when she was at work on it, no doubt, - that our ambassadors ought to have a uniform or some sort of dress to distinguish them from the common herd." Superficially the sentiment is not democratic; but it was the author's sense of dignity that spoke. She related how she attended an important ball at the French capital. "The ambassadors from other nations appeared in splendid uniforms. They looked like somebodies. Even little Portugal, and Brazil, and Peru, and Mexico, were represented by men who kept up the dignity and the importance of * Copyright, 1904, by L. C. Page and Company, (Inc.). their states; while the ambassador of the United States could not be told from the waiters, except that they were better dressed. It is outrageous. No wonder they despise us abroad." Times have changed, and European tempers, too, we may be permitted to remark. But a comparison of Mrs. Bogue's writings and sayings is forced upon the it generally shows her to be consistent. We sincerely critic who would do justice to her work, inasmuch as believe that she is a woman who practises what she preaches. She is not frivolous and imaginative; she is decidedly serious and intellectual. She inherits her lively patriotism. Her father, Maj. William W. Bell, served his country gallantly during the Civil War, and so did her grandfather, Gen. Joseph Warren Bell, who, though a Southerner, sold and freed his slaves before the war, brought his family North, and organized the 13th Illinois Cavalry. Among the Virginia patriots at the time of the Revolution was her great-great-grandfather, Captain Thomas Bell. Lilian Bell was born in Chicago in 1867, but she was brought up in Atlanta. At an early age she took pleasure in writing. She once said: I wrote my first story at the age of eight. Later, when I was in school, there was a certain girl whom I loved, and still love, devotedly. She so detested writing essays that she would let her general average drop twenty per cent., for she always got zero for She was older than I by two being unprepared. years, but a little mite of a thing, and I worshiped her so much that I used to write the essays for her. Usually I'd ask her, about two hours before they had to be handed in, 'Written your essay?' No, she couldn't write it. What's your subject?' Then I would write it for her; and I used to take the keenest enjoyment in writing it as she would have written it, in looking at it from her point of view, and making the thing sound like her. It used to be a source of great glee to me that I could get her a hundred every time, though I couldn't always get that much for myself; they marked according to supposed ability. Later I wrote various novels of interminably long chapters, and read them to four or five wondering girls who used to come to my house Fridays to stay over Sunday. No, those were never published. My mother burned them, together with a voluminous diary I thought I was keeping. She's been ever so good to me in heaps of ways! Still later I began writing for a newspaper. I was getting the magnificent sum of eight dollars a column, and wasn't spending a cent of it—just saving it to look at. One day an old friend said to me: Are you writing much now?' I said: 'Yes, and every line I write gets printed.' 'That's too bad,' said he; I'm very sorry.' Why, what do you mean?' said I. 'If everything you write gets printed it shows you're not advancing." That was startling. I stopped writing entirely after that, and read-oh, how I devoured books and magazines, trying to see how people that could write did things, trying to get hold of the elements of style, trying, in short, to master English. "I began to write them and sent them out, and they always came back promptly. I didn't care; I sent them out again and kept on writing. . . . One day an idea for a story occurred to me, and I wrote 'The Heart of Brier Rose' and sent it to the Harpers, who accepted it and asked for more. Soon after that I wrote 'The Love Affairs,' and sent that to them. They |