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Adventure romance has its place

It is almost grotesque, the contrast between the books themselves and the manner in which they are produced. One may picture the incongruous elements of the situation,–a young society man going up to his suite in a handsome modern apartment house, and dictating romance to a type-writer. In the evening he dines at his club, and the day after the happy launching of his novel he is interviewed by the representative of a newspaper syndicate, to whom he explains his literary method, while the interviewer makes a note of his dress and a comment on the decoration of his mantelpiece.

Surely romance written in this way–and we have not grossly exaggerated the way–bears no relation to modern literature other than a chronological one. The Prisoner of Zenda and A Gentleman of France, to mention two happy and pleasing examples of this type of novel, are not modern in the sense that they express any deep feeling or any vital characteristic of to-day. They are not instinct with the spirit of the times. One might say that these stories represent the novel in its theatrical mood. It is the novel masquerading. Just as a respectable bookkeeper likes to go into private theatricals, wear a wig with curls, a slouch hat with ostrich feathers, a sword and ruffles, and play a part to tear a cat in, so does the novel like to do the same. The day after the performance the whole artificial equipment drops away and disappears. The bookkeeper becomes a bookkeeper once more and a natural man. The hour before the footlights has done him no harm. True, he forgot his lines at one place, but what is a prompter for if not to act in such an emergency? Now that it is over the affair may be pronounced a success,–particularly in the light of the gratifying statement that a clear profit has been realized towards paying for the new organ.

Leon H. Vincent: from “Stevenson’s St. Ives” in The Bibliotaph, and Other People. Houghton, Mifflin & Company, 1899.

The Gold Trail

The Gold Trail, by Harold Bindloss. Published 1910.

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Anecdotes of Painters, Engravers, Sculptors and Architects; and Curiosities of Art, Volume 2

Anecdotes of Painters, Engravers, Sculptors and Architects, and Curiosities of Art, Volume 2, by Shearjashub Spooner. ©1853, published 1880.

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In the due Praise of Divine CHOCOLATE

Doctors lay by your Irksome Books
And all ye Petty-Fogging Rookes
Leave Quacking; and Enucleate
The vertues of our Chocolate.

Let th’ Universall Medicine
(Made up of Dead-mens Bones and Skin,)
Be henceforth Illegitimate,
And yeild to Soveraigne-Chocolate.

Let Bawdy-Baths be us’d no more;
Nor Smoaky-Stoves but by the whore
Of Babilon: since Happy-Fate
Hath Blessed us with Chocolate.

Let old Punctæus Greaze his shooes
With his Mock-Balsome: and Abuse
No more the World: But Meditate
The Excellence of Chocolate.

Let Doctor Trigg (who so Excells)
No longer Trudge to Westwood-Wells:
For though that water Expurgate,
’Tis but the Dreggs of Chocolate.

Let all the Paracelsian Crew
Who can Extract Christian from Jew;
Or out of Monarchy, A State,
Breake àll their Stills for Chocolate.

Tell us no more of Weapon-Salve,
But rather Doome us to a Grave:
For sure our wounds will Ulcerate,
Unlesse they’re wash’d with Chocolate.

The Thriving Saint, who will not come
Within a Sack-Shop’s Bowzing-Roome
(His Spirit to Exhilerate)
Drinkes Bowles (at home) of Chocolate.

His Spouse when she (Brimfull of Sense)
Doth want her due Benevolence,
And Babes of Grace would Propagate,
Is alwayes Sipping Chocolate.

The Roaring-Crew of Gallant-Ones
Whose Marrow Rotts within their Bones:
Their Bodyes quickly Regulate,
If once but Sous’d in Chocolate.

Young Heires that have more Land then Wit,
When once they doe but Tast of it,
Will rather spend their whole
Estate,
Then weaned be from Chonolate.

The Nut-Browne-Lasses of the Land
Whom Nature vayl’d in Face and Hand,
Are quickly Beauties of High-Rate,
By one small Draught of Chocolate.

Besides, it saves the Moneys lost
Each day in
Patches, which did cost
Them deare, untill of Late
They found this
Heavenly Chocolate.

Nor need the Women longer grieve
Who spend their Oyle, yet not conceive,
For ’tis a Helpe-Immediate,
If such but Lick of Chocolate.

Consumptions too (be well assur’d)
Are no lesse soone then soundly cur’d:
(Excepting such as doe Relate
Unto the Purse) by Chocolate.

Nay more: It’s vertue is so much,
That if a Lady get a Touch,
Her griefe it will Extenuate,
If she but smell of Chocolate.

The Feeble-Man, whom Nature Tyes
To doe his Mistresse’s Drudgeries;
O how it will his minde Elate,
If shee allow him Chocolate!

’Twill make Old women Young and Fresh;
Create New-Motions of the Flesh,
And cause them long for you know what,
If they but Tast of Chocolate.

There’s ne’re a Common Counsell-Man,
Whose Life would Reach unto a Span,
Should he not Well-Affect the State,
And First and Last Drinke Chocolate.

Nor e’re a Citizen’s Chast wife,
That ever shall prolong her Life,
(Whilst open stands Her Posterne-Gate)
Unlesse she drinke of Chocolate.

Nor dost the Levite any Harme,
It keepeth his Devotion warme,
And eke the Hayre upon his Pate,
So long as he drinkes Chocolate.

Both High and Low, both Rich and Poore
My Lord, my Lady, and his —-
With all the Folkes at Billingsgate,
Bow, Bow your Hamms to Chocolate.

By Don Diego de Vadesforte, a.k.a. Capt. James Wadsworth, in Chocolate: or, An Indian Drinke.

Book of Wise Sayings

Book of Wise Sayings, Selected Largely from Eastern Sources, by William Alexander Clouston. Published 1893.

589 (not counting the two on the title page) aphorisms and epigrams encompassing “wisdom.” For example:

Certain books seem to be written, not that we might learn from them, but in order that we might see how much the author knows.–Goethe.

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Jokes for All Occasions

Jokes for All Occasions, Selected and Edited by one of America’s Foremost Public Speakers. Published 1921.

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To Remove Immediately the Taste of Cod-Liver Oil.

Dr. Antonin Martin recommends the drinking of a large glass of water off rusty nails. Immediately the rank taste of the oil is changed to that of fresh oysters, and the unpleasant regurgitations disappear.–(Jour. de méd. de Paris) Can. Pract.

Reported in The Medical Analectic; Volume 2, Issue 9, September 1885. (Edited by Walter S. Wells, M.D.)

Yuck, I say, yuck. To me the “cure” sounds as bad as the original problem.

We only acquired one issue of this medical miscellany journal. It’s not common (usually held in university medical libraries), but I can’t imagine someone going out of their way to find it. It’s full of 19th century names of things medical (and otherwise), so it’s hard to decide if the remedies are truly as harmful as they sound.

The ads are fun, though, if alarming. Vin Mariani, anyone?

About goût

The French have taste in all they do,
Which we are quite without;
For Nature, which to them gave goût,1
To us gave only gout.

Repeated in: A Brief History of the English Language and Literature, By JMD Meiklejohn, published 1887.

I’ve been able to find this epigram on the web — it is usually attributed to Thomas Erskine (though one site gives “Erkshine” and others list it to “anonymous;” Meiklejohn merely notes it as “well-known”). The ironic thing to me is the fact that most copies of the epigram neglect the circumflex over the u (indicating it should be pronounced as a French word), so without the useful little footnote provided by Meiklejohn, a non-French speaker would wonder what was so funny about it.

I especially like the play on “French taste” and the underlying root of goût — which I wouldn’t have known without the footnote.

Hooray for annotation!

  1. Goût (goo) from Latin gustus, taste.[back]