isa-normaladvance-1909-00137

Description:	VTHE N OR MA L AD V .AN C E137intellectual genius. Even the horrible, scenes ofhis stories are, beautiful, because,., of the perfection of their awful agony. ,,,Is his reasoning too mathematical, too coldlylogical? Most writers who try this thing, missit, or else overleap the perfect balance. Butthey, are not Poes. In fact, there have not beenPoes—he was Poe. None other has written likehim,, for none other coiild.. To be reminded ofPoe, you. should read Lafcadio Hearn. Readhis, Chita, Youma, and Two, Years, in TheFrench West Indies, . ,,, ,It is the opinion of some of Poes ablest critics that, his fame,, during his lifetime restedmore upon his critical writings than upon thepoems and tales. It was, in this field that hemade-most of his modest income,.and into thiswork he put the strength of his convictions.He had ideals, and he lacked not the courageto voice these opinions. In this field of endeavorhe was again among the pioneers. Lowell, himself a great critic, said of Poe that, as a critiche was sesthically deficient. However that maybe, we are now living in a revival of consideration for his expository writings. ...... ,Poe lived and did his work. - Beauty there is,jt cannot be denied. Let us drink it in. Neitheryou nor I admire his faults, consequently we shall, forget them. , If he drank, it must havebeen of a vastly different brew from, that ofyour time, and mine. If he-loved women, itgoes t,o., prove him more the, poet. One cannotcondemn a man for being drawn by the perfumed flowers of the world. . If .Poe was intemperate in, his passion for the women hethought beautiful let us bury the memory, andremember only that he was able to love sofully. He reincarnated his women and, gavethem to us as, Helens and Annabels, Would wehad more, such! . ... , , \The three brilliant names in American lettersare Emerson, Poe, and Nathaniel Hawthorne.Of these, Poe wag unquestionably the greatestimaginative genius. He climbed and sat uponthe Parnassion heights, from wjiich his soulcould look out into the regions which are Holy-Land, and behold the glory that was Greeceand the grandeur that was Rome.. .,,, ■ , Allan W., Grissom.February 10, 1909. ■ , New York CityThe Love of The Little StarGUY BOGARTCountless eons ago there dwelt in,far-awayspace a solitary Star. Lonely, but steadfast, itshone forth, reflecting the glory of its Maker.How it came to be it knew not, for it seemed asif it had always been. During the ages it hadseen new stars formed, and stellar, systemsevolved, as the handiwork of God unfolded itsmatchless harmony. One of the Stars earliestrecollections was of the occasion in its youthwhen it had joined in the grand chorus ofpraise formed by the spheres. All seemed joyous, and. existence itself meant adoration andpraise to the Creator.The Star did not wander about, but remainedwhere it had been placed since it first knewexistence. The warm feeling of love, in theknowledge of being, burst into a flame whichlighted up all space for millions of miles.After some ages of adoration, the Star beganto wonder why it had been created. It hadjoined in the heavenly music of the creation,and felt thankful for the warm fire of consuming love with which God had endowed it. Butwhy had He so endowed it? Could His glorybe proclaimed thus only? So the Star lookedout into space and behold, it found other starswhich had not taken part in the original chorusof the spheres. These were smaller and insteadof remaining in fixed position they wanderedabout as if in play.What interesting children, thought theStar. I shall watch them and see if I can beof help to the poor things.As the ages passed, the Star learned manyinteresting facts concerning these wanderingchildren, whom it determined to adopt. In
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