"I am a good reader of anthologies," writes Mr Lewis Hind in an exchange. "I never complain of omissions or call the anthologist a rascal because his choice is not mine, which is. the way of some reviewers. I am grateful for the love and time the anthologist puts into his labour, and for his widening of my horizon. Why complain of another's choice? Obviously ? if anyone wants'an anthology that suite his every mood, he rust compile it himself. Now there are two ways of compiling an anthology: (a) from original sources, (b)' from the pages of other anthologists. I belong to the (b) class."
Then Mr Hind explains more fully: ■ I mean to pick my "100 Best'' from the nicely printed pages of brother anthologists,. choosing them in woods, on cliffs, in trains, or in L.C.C. tramcars. 1 can go through an anthology with delight on the front roof seat of a trarocar that goes country-wards for au hour. To others 1 leave the delights of poring over 'England's Helicon," "A Paradise of Dainty Devices." "Tottel's Miscellany," "Percy's Reliques,"compilations under the honoured names of Hannah. Grossart, Aiber, and Bullen, and precious manuscripts in Oxford and Cambridge Colleges, the British Museum; and elsewhere. That is not my temperament: such delvings are not for me. But those who spendtheir days in this research. «prk have my reverent and hearty applause. I buy their books—that is the least I can do. I bought "Elizabethan Lyrics: From the. Original Texts: Chosen, Edited, and Arranged by Noriuan Ault" (Longmans, 1925), and I read, with fluttering admiration, that in. the compilation of this volume (504 pages of haunting Iviics written before 1620) the anthologist searched through upwards of 2000 nrinted books, and nearly 300 manuscripts of the sixteenth and early seventeenth centuries; and that out. of a preliminary selection of some 2300 lyrics, he finally chose 640. Triumphantly he declares that ten lyrics, in his volume ahe printed for the first time. What is hunting lions or /elephant*.compared to this?
By the death of Sir Thomas O'Connor Moote in Cork, one of the oldest baronetcies in Ireland becomes extinct. Sir' Thomas was the eleventh holder of the title, which was created in 1681. He. died- in poor circumstances at the age of 83. ..:.-■■
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Press, Volume LXII, Issue 18668, 17 April 1926, Page 13
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