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ART AND LITERATURE. THE old question of how to check the undeniable tendency towards ugliness in the architecture of our towns and cities has just been raised again by Mr. W. Emerson, President of the Royal Institute of British Architects, in a paper read at one of the meet- ings of the Architectural Congress. The remedy he suggested was the establishment of a Committee of Control in every district with power to supervise all building schemes and to veto anything that was not in accord with strict can0n,9 of good taste; while for London a Ministry of Fine Arts should be created. It can haiiily be doubted (remarks the Globe) that such organised supervision would be most important, and would have an excellent chance of showing good results, if only the right type of men would be found to do the difficult work of adjudicating. But in many parts of the country really infallible judges would not be easy to gather together, and local considerations would probably hamper seriously the efforts of even the best inten- tioned committee. THE new arrangement of the Babylonian and Assyrian Room at the British Museum is now com- pleted, and the excellent illustrated catalogue will enable visitors to appreciate the treasures of this col- lection. Mr. Budge is now turning his attention to the reconstruction of the remainder of the Egyptian rooms, and it is intended to prepare a new catalogue in addition to those of the first and second Egyptian rooms already published. A CORRESPONDENT, who was writing an article about Mr. George Meredith some four years ago, wrote to the great novelist for biographical particulars, and received the following charming reply: Dear Sir,- I have to plead illnesg- for not having replied to your letter immediately. Believe me to be very sensible of the compliment you pay me in deigning to notice my works. I cannot refer you to any published account of the personal me. Our books contain the best of us. I hold that the public has little to do with what is outside the printed matter, beyond hear- ing that the writer is reputedly a good citizen. Pardon the brevity of this answer, and accept my hearty thanks for the trouble you impose on your- se,lf.-I am, yours faithfully, GEORGE MEREDITH." Could any letter be more characteristic of its writer or more exquisitely expressed? The style is as per- fect as that of Mr. Meredith's books. LIVERPOOL is to have a memento of the late Mr. W. Edwards Tirebtick,,a novelist of considerable promise, whose premature death a few months ago was the cause of much grief to a large circle of friends and admirers in his native city. The memento takes the form of a portrait, which has been painted by Miss Eleanor Wood, of Manchester, and is destined for exhibition in the Walker Gallery. IT is stated that Lieut.-General Baden-Powell has decided not to produce a book about the defence of Mafeking or the war in South Africa. Those who have read his lively account of" The Downfall of Prempeh will much regret this decision, for when knowledge of facts, a graphic style, and a strong sense of humour are in combination the literary re- sult is invariably excellent. But it is believed that Generel Baden-Powell's :intention to abstain from authorship on this momentous occasion in his career is partly due to his generous wish not to interfere with the work of Major Baillie, whose diary of the siege, contributed to the Morning Post, is about to be reprinted, with additional matter, in book form. THE exnToition of the works of Jean Francois Millet that is now open at the Hanover Gallery, in London, has the merit of showing many sides of the capacity of a great artist who worked with admirable success in many mediums. He was a student of certain aspects of Nature, but he knew well how to adapt the facts that he derived from her to pictorial purposes of his own devising. His romanticism was based upon strict reality, but it was in expression a reflection of his own personality. How much his intellectual view affected his art can be well seen in this exhibition by comparing his purely matter-of- fact studies with the pictures that he built up out of them; and by appreciating the wealth of sentiment and devout conviction with which he surrounded a subject chosen from the life of the people among whom he lived. TAKE him for all in all (says the Morning Post) Mr. George Moore would seem to be one of the most untiring, conscientious, and painstaking of living novelists. It seems that" Sister Teresa," the book on which he is now engaged, is not, as was sup- posed by many of those who had heard it spoken of, a sequel to Evelyn Innes," but is actually part of one vast novel, of which the already published story of the errant Evelyn is the corresponding first, halt'. When the two are ultimately brought out together, as they probably will be, the story will contain about 300,000 words. Shades of Richardsen and Dumas, you may well tremble for the positions which your Clarissas and Monte Cristos have procured for you. When Mr. Moore has finished with Sister Teresa he intends to rewrite the record of his heroine's worldly life as Evelyn Innes." AN interesting little exhibition of works by different artists was recently' opened in the galleries of the Fine Art Society. The most notable things are about a score of pastels and oil paintings by Mr. T. Austen Brown, which have technical merits of an exceptional kind. They are strongly and decisively handled, and are full of dignity and sincerity. In the same collec- tion are some cleverly handled miniatures of dogs by Mrs. Gertrude Massey, and a series of etchings and pastel sketches by Mr. Edgar Chahine. IN his Literary Letter in the Sphere C. K. S. prints some charming verses by Mr. George Cable, called The New Arrival," which have been buried in a newspaper for a quarter of a century. They were written on the birth of the author's eldest child. We give the first and last of the three stanzas: There came to port last Sunday night The queerest little craft, Without an inch of rigging on, I looked, and looked, and laughed I It seemed so curious that she Should cross the unknown water, And moor herself right in my room— My daughter! 0 my daughter! 4 Ring out wild bells, and tame ones too. Ring out the lovers' moon, Ring in the little worsted socks, Ring in the bib and spoon. Ring out the muse, ring in the nurse, Ring in the milk and water Away with paper, pen and ink- My daughter! 0 my daughter! A FIND has been made at the Hirsel, Berwickshire, which, in view of the approaching bi-centenary of the poet Thomson, is of some interest. It is a packet of papers and relics, and among them is a genealogy of the poet which had been confirmed at the Heraldry Office, Edinburgh. It seems that Thomson, through his mother, Beatrix Trotter, of Fogo, as connected with the Homes and other great families in the Lothians. It was apparently through the influence of the Homes and the. cognate family of the Humes, represented by Lady Grizel Baillie, that Thomson made his entrance into the literary world, when he went up to London a runaway from the study of Scottish Divinity in 1725. IN the Pall Mall Magazine, Mr. Alfred Austin has a lucid article on Anglo-American Literary Copy- right. He shows very clearly, and with Mr. Herbert Spencer on his side, that the effect of the present American law of copyright is to discourage serious literature. For the simultaneous publication of a book in America, which alone secures copyright to its English author, means a double manufacture and a double expense. If this expense is shirked, the American copyright is lost. for ever; whereas in France, Germany, and Russia it is automatically secured by the initial publication in England. An almost comic result occurs where a book published only in England begins to be inquired for in America. In that case the English publisher sup- plies copies to the American booksellers, but he dare not seek to stimulate the American sale by adver- tisements. To do so would be to reveal to American publishers the fact that there is money in the book, and to encourage them to print it for themselves. '—

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