FROM THE NEWEST BOOKS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLVII, Issue 5, 31 January 1912, Page 50

FROM THE NEWEST BOOKS.

Journalism Defined. ‘‘Journalism is a matter of knowing what’s what, when's when, who’s who, and how's how."—”l he Free Marriage,’* l»y J. Keighley Snowden. Uses of Adversity. ‘‘What is worry, after all? It serves ad the necessary stimulus to a subsequent enjoyment. Pleasure is only comparative.”—"A Society Mother.”

Napoleon's Confession. “Count Cobenzl and 1 met fur our concluding session in a room where, according to Austrian custom, a dais had been installed with a chair of state representing that of the Austrian Emperor. On entering, I asked what this meant, and (on being told), I said to tiie Austrian minister: Come, before we begin, you had better have that chair taken away, because 1 have never yet Been a chair set higher than others without immediately wanting to get into it.”—“The Corsican: A Diary of Napoleon’s Life in his Own Words.” Characters in ci The Honest Trespass." ‘‘Miss Otway had a feeling for colour so strong that in London omnibuses she was incapable of taking any ticket •which would not be pleasant to look at ■with the dress she wore. Even if she hid it in her hand, she was conscious of it, and though it was tiresome to throw pennies away or to »go on taking white ones when the case was extreme, it was a good deal less tiresome to her than having a gaudy patch of vulgar pink or nauseating green impinging on her frock. “The greatest of her hopes was thus Borne day she would be fat, and she pursued the fat ideal with an ardour so energetic, and measures so fatiguing that they easily prevented her from gaining a single ounce. Nothing could make her forego the prescribed movements every day. and once when she had made an expedition into the country and was waiting at night for a homeward train in the empty waiting-room she looked at her watch and said: ‘There is just time for my nerk exer im*-.’ “Balzac save that the perfect woman is a work published only in two volumes. For Colonel MaHard she had been an emyHopnedia, appearing regularly in part-', since he was one of those soldier* who feel that outside their pro* fession there is nothing but womanhood with which i man can occupy himself.* —“The Honest Tr-apass,” by Coiistanea CotterelL

Dawn. ‘‘Along the lining of a soft night-cloud the silver Dawning crept. Hushed as the nightfall on the sea, where deep the moonlight slept. His nervous way among the stars the Dawn uncertain stept. “Silent and slow from point to point with stealthy feet he trod, And one by one with ruthless hand put out the lamps of God; Then down the East triumphantly he hurled his golden rod.” How to Treat Our Ancestors. “Ancestor worship is a gross reversal of all natural law. The ‘beet thing any of us -can do for our ancestors is to be better than they were.” —“The ManMade World.” by Charlotte Perkins Gilmour. '•' From “ Vagabond City.” “It takes a relation to achieve the greatest impertinencies! ” “I always envy the lucky people without an income. They are spared the awful worry of trying to keep within it,” —-“Vagabond City,” by Winifred Boggs. From “ The Human Compass.” “You can talk alt you like about being wealthy and famous, but the best thing in life is to have a good time.” “The man who makes other people do good is a man indeed!"

{ 'Man is a very mixed-up affair indeed. It. is ‘impossible to gauge him according to rules.”—“The Human Compass,” by Bart Kennedy. Over the Footlights. ‘‘The actress in Australia, it’ she touches the. popular fancy, is simply overwhelming with flowers; and not. only flowers, elaborate boxes of ‘lollies’ also, and jewels, the summit of originality being lately reached when a flower-bedeck-ed crate of tiny yellow chicks was handed up over the footlights; though this was closely rivalled by a popular actor being presented, some time ago, with a medley of gorgeous socks!”—“On the Wallaby?’ by E. Al. Clowes. No Room to Kiss. “The great beards grown in California were sometimes a source of embarrassment. When a steamer arrived a father might be seen •eatessiijg little ones whom he now saw for the first time, while the children were frightened at

finding themselves iu the arms of such fierce-looking men. Wives almost shared the consternation of the children. ‘Why don’t you kiss me, Bessy?’said a pioneer to his newly arrived wife. She stood gazing at the hirsute imitation of her husband in utter astonishment. At last she timidly ejaculated: ‘I can’t find any place.” ” —“The Life of Bret Harte,” by Henry C. Merwin. The Plaint of the 'Plane. (Air: —“The Arrow and the Song.”) I shot like an arrow into the air, I fell to earth I knew not where; For so swiftly I flew, no site Could I see where i might- alight. Long, long afterwards, in a bed, I found myself with bandaged head; And the words, as she eyed me aslant, I heard again from the lips of an aunt. —‘Below Zero.