{"1": {"fulltext": "M", "height": "3440", "width": "2253", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "*J V*\\nv .\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u00a2:;l q,\\nlO V\\n/V^^ X co\\\\c^.\\nr:\\nv^.-iiif.\\nr. A^ V/).v t^\\n\u00c2\u00b00 J*\\n^o^c. S\\n^oV*\\nJJ\\nV^^^o v*^^\\\\.\\n:m^ /jfe v :m/i^ %.y.\\nr%\\n.6* *c\\n*Ad\u00c2\u00ab\\n^^o\u00c2\u00ab\\njP^^^ V\\nv* IVI^ ji T\\nPro\\nV\\nu[-^ ?V^ Xr-^^V^^ ^V-l^V^^ V", "height": "3215", "width": "2185", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "o A^\\niP-^^. V\\no.%\\n^o\\no A\\nro* aO\\n4!^\\n40\\ny p\\n9*^ .1V-.\\nMix ite\\nJ rx-^", "height": "3215", "width": "2185", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3215", "width": "2185", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "vn\\nScutcUun\\n^(jderofthj\u00c2\u00a3Malayan6(mt\\netc.\\nJSS\u00c2\u00bb\\noSofton", "height": "3215", "width": "2185", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED,\\nCOPYRIGHT, 1900, Llbrarv nr r*\\nkiorary of Conifriffc\\nBYLOTHROP ^fftoeoflL\\nrt\u00c2\u00abffUt\u00c2\u00abr of Copyright^\\nPUBLISHING\\nCOMPANY.\\n5SS35\\nSECOND COPY,\\nNfltfaootj ^regB\\nJ. S. Cushing Co. Berwick Smith\\nNorwood Mass. U.S.A.", "height": "3215", "width": "2185", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "To\\nCollis P. Huntington\\nin grateful remembrance of\\nmany kindnesses\\nHong Kong\\nJ J November^ ^^99", "height": "3215", "width": "2185", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3215", "width": "2185", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum\\nI\\nWE were speaking the other day of\\nmagazines, cut and uncut, and\\nI maintained with some warmth that, to me,\\na magazine was incomplete unless it was\\naccompanied by a paper-cutter. Possibly I\\nwas thinking somewhat vainly of a certain\\npaper-knife that represented a Malayan kris^\\nwith a handle inlaid with yellow gold from\\nMt. Ophir, albeit I was serious in my\\nadvocacy of the uncut pages of my favorite\\nmagazines.\\nBoth the Poet and the Contributor smiled\\npityingly at my flushed face, and said that I\\nwould soon be insisting upon having all our\\nprinting done on an old Franklin press, and\\n5", "height": "3215", "width": "2185", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "6 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nthe staff putting on perukes, as it is the\\nfashion nowadays to prefer the things that\\nwere to the things that be.\\nThere is something deliciously fascinating\\nto me in a big arm-chair, a magazine redo-\\nlent of the odors of the press, an open\\nfire, and a paper-cutter not a penknife.\\nI smoke; so, if I am allowed, I add a\\nHavana to the list.\\nI am jealous of my solitude at such times.\\nI love the sharp buzz and low crinkle of\\nthe stiff paper as the blade runs swiftly up\\nthe virgin page. A little shower of finely\\npowdered flakes, dry and impalpable, marks\\nthe course of the ivory knife, and sifts softly\\ndown on my sleeve.\\nI can change the arch-fire for a burst of\\nsummer sunshine and the shady nook of\\na deep veranda I can substitute for the\\nleather-bound chair a long rattan one, but\\nthe neatly trimmed pages of a modern\\nmagazine irritate me, my harmless illu-\\nsion that was created for me is gone.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 7\\nThere is no privacy in the machine-made\\nthing.\\nI would as soon think of throwing the\\nSanctum open to the world, as lose my even-\\ning dissipation with magazine and paper-\\ncutter. In my fancy I am on a voyage of\\ndiscovery to scenes and lands that have been\\nmy day-dreams. As I cut the first page I\\nfind myself in Egypt, in the shadow of\\nthe pyramids, with the yellow Nile flowing,\\ncalm and stately, between rows of yellow\\npalms, in the narrow, tortuous streets of\\nCairo, among Jews and Copts, Hindoos and\\nMedes, men in skirts and women in panta-\\nloons, dwellers in Mesopotamia, in Cappa-\\ndocia, in Pontus and Pamphylia, amid\\nstrings of camels laden with red beans and\\ngolden-yellow lentils, water-carriers hug-\\nging uncanny goatskins, and naked Nubians\\nstaggering under great hair sacks of corn.\\nI turn over the pages my paper-cutter\\nsings quietly a little flurry of white dust\\nfalls unnoticed on my clothes, and I have", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "8 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ntaken up the thread of a serial where I laid\\nit reluctantly by the month before.\\nFor a half-hour I read, and cut, and read,\\nand forget the spluttering fire before me.\\nPossibly I am living with Bret Harte s char-\\nacters, my old, true friends, here on this\\nsunny Pacific slope, or, mayhap, with Mr.\\nHowells* people of society and business\\nor, now, Stevenson, Kipling, or Craddock\\ncause the pages to sparkle. But my voy-\\nage is not ended, when I at last draw a deep\\nsigh as I come to the dreaded words, Con-\\ntinued in our next. In a moment my eyes\\nrun down a charming bit of verse of society,\\nand up to a well-known name that beckons\\nme on to a tour through the galleries of the\\nLouvre, or down the dim, translucent aisles\\nof the Cathedral of Cologne, with its mar-\\nvellous windows and lace-like stone carvings.\\nMy knife severs two more pages. What\\nnext I think. I am not disappointed.\\nI meditatively run my ivory plaything\\nthrough my hair as the last treasure of the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 9\\ngreat monthly lies open before me. My\\ncigar has gone out, my placid voyage\\namong the storied pages ended for the\\nnonce.\\nOf course, I admit that there are people\\nwho never read magazines, cut or uncut\\nbut then there are people who, since the\\ntime of Adam, have run after strange gods,\\nand there are others who even prefer the\\nSunday newspapers to the best of maga-\\nzines. Between books and magazines there\\ncan be no rivalry. Between magazines and\\nSunday newspapers there is none.\\nThere are books on my library shelves\\nthat I read with pleasure, and cannot pick\\nup without experiencing a sensation of\\ndelight, although I have, to some extent,\\nforgotten their plots and often their charac-\\nters. On turning over their pages, snatching\\na word here and a sentence there, running\\ndown a page or over a chapter, trying to dis-\\ncover what endears them to me, I find that", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "lo As Talked in the Sanctum\\nthis lies not always in what is written or what\\nis pictured, but the associations and scenes\\nthat the novel recalls. I find that I have,\\nin the past, in some manner, insensibly but\\nindelibly, added to the scenery of the book\\nthe scenery of the place at which it was\\nread with its characters I associate the peo-\\nple I knew at the time. Its sunsets are the\\nsunsets gazed upon as I read, not the sun-\\nsets of which I read. I cannot separate the\\nbook from the place I would not if I\\ncould.\\nThe quaint mountain heroes of Charles\\nEgbert Craddock s The Prophet of the\\nGreat Smoky Mountain recall an autumn\\ntrip down the Chesapeake Bay, from Balti-\\nmore to Old Point Comfort excursions\\ninto the charming realm of that picturesque\\nold Virginian Atlantis, the East Shore\\nrides over its sandy roads amid the resin-\\nous odor of the pine woods visits in fas-\\ncinating old colonial mansions twisting,\\nsnake-like lagoons bordered by funereal", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 1 1\\ncypress trees hung with ghostly gray moss\\nsober, rickety little towns ruinous board\\nshanties filled with genial black faces ter-\\nrapin and snipe. The rugged, denuded\\nbalds of Tennessee can never escape the\\ncompanionship of the marshes and sand\\ndunes of Maryland and Virginia.\\nJane Eyre carries me away to Southern\\nKansas and Northern Indian Territory. I\\ntake again a long, hot, dusty ride in the\\ncaboose of a cattle train, and through a dirty\\nwindow catch glimpses of dirtier Indian tepees\\nand dried sunflowers, on an endless plain\\nof burnt buffalo grass.\\nMiddlemarch finds me ever in a big\\narm-chair in my father s study, with the\\nhowling winds of frozen Ontario in my ears.\\nI can see my father s silvered hair, and hear\\nthe sound of his faltering steps.\\nThe ice and snow of that winter melt\\nbefore the picture that is summoned up by\\nDumas s glorious Musketeers. It is that\\nof a tropical island in a sunlit sea spiced", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nbreezes from almond and clove trees the\\nsound of a great cocoanut dropping in the\\nwarm sand at my feet; the red sails of a\\nMalay tongkang; the somnolent washing of\\ntepid waters over a coral reef; the nude\\nforms of brown-eyed natives. D Artagnan,\\nAthos, Aramis, Porthos, Richelieu, and Louis\\nQuatorze acted their parts for me under a\\ngreat almond tree in the Straits of Malacca.\\nStrangely enough, Daudet s pathetic\\nJack brings back the Nile, the Pyra-\\nmids, water-carriers, the date-palm, yellow\\nsands, and swaying camels laden with cotton,\\non the deserts along the Suez while Ebers s\\nEgyptian Princess holds tenaciously to\\nthe Boulevards des Italiens and Capucines,\\nthe Place de la Concorde, and the golden\\ndome of Les Invalides. So the iterative\\nsplash of the water-wheels of the Nile, the\\nlunge of the bullocks as they go down\\nthrough the soft mud to drink, the cry of\\nthe muezzin before the mosque of Hassan,\\nthe play of the fountains in the Jardin des", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 13\\nPlantes, the flicker of the converging lines\\nof street-lamps, and the deep bells of Notre\\nDame are inextricably mixed only Paris is\\nsummoned up by the Egyptian novel, and\\nEgypt by the Parisian.\\nIt was during an autumn trip through\\nthe mountains and sage-bush plains of\\nIdaho that I read Far from the Madding\\nCrowd. The title of the book would have\\nbeen apropos to my surroundings, had I not\\nbeen in company with a detachment of\\nUncle Sam s soldiers and all the parapher-\\nnalia of a moving camp. I read the book\\nin snatches, as we camped, now under the\\nsheltering crags of a rugged spur of the\\nBitter Root during the noonday heat now\\nin the cool, almost chilling shadows of a\\ncanon, to which the reflections of our many\\nfires lent an added touch of weirdness or\\nnow among desert wastes of played-out\\nplacers. The quiet heaths and sober country\\nhomes of provincial England and the homely\\nfolk that peopled them, stand side by side", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nwith vast mountain solitudes, mining camps,\\nIndian tepees, and all the rugged peculi-\\narities of Western life.\\nBetween the lines of Warner s Little\\nJourney in the World, I see a journey to\\nan old world an ocean trip over the Pacific.\\nI smell the salt air of northern latitudes and\\ndrink in the warm breezes of the Japanese\\ncoasts. I catch myself lifting my eyes from\\nits pages to follow the bounding course of a\\nfat, awkward dolphin, or to rush to the rail\\nand gaze out upon a black spot that the\\nquartermaster assures me is a whale. A\\nstorm and a touch of mal-de-mer break into\\nthe thread of the story for a few days, and\\nthen I suddenly neglect its fascinations in\\nthe more insistent fascinations of the harbor\\nof Yokohama, filled with its junks, house-\\nboats, and sampans,\\nA delightful trip down the St. Lawrence\\nto Montreal and Quebec, and into the heart\\nof the White Mountains, is associated with\\nStockton s quaint story, The Late Mrs.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 15\\nNull, while my famous predecessor s Snow\\nBound at Eagle s and a little hunting\\ncamp in the north woods of Pennsylvania\\nare forever joined together. Haggard s\\nCol. Quaritch, V. C. and two picturesque\\nweeks spent in the palace of the Sultan of\\nJohore\\nThe Contributor. See here! I move, out\\nof pure revenge for past slights, that the\\nspeaker begin chronologically with the days\\nof the Huggermuggers and Robinson\\nCrusoe, and come on down, regularly, to the\\nYellow Aster.\\nThe Artist, I am curious to know if\\nthe Yellow Aster was perused at the North\\nPole.\\nThe F arson, If so, the combination\\nwas a happy one.\\nThe Sanctum, Fie on the Parson\\nThe Office Boy, Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "II\\nIF our chats on indifferent topics lack the\\ntrue back-log flavor that all readers\\nof Charles Dudley Warner and Ik Marvel\\nhave learned to expect when a bevy of indi-\\nviduals like unto ourselves begins to talk, it\\nis all owing to our want of big arm-chairs and\\nan old-fashioned open fireplace. We have a\\nsort of a two by two-and-a-half hole in the\\nwall, back of the Reader s desk, that our\\nlandlord assured us was a fireplace, but we\\nhave never investigated it, and we have\\nnothing substantial to burn in it.\\nThe Reader is the only member of the\\nCircle that has ever seriously broached the\\nsubject of experimenting with it. But as all\\nthe emanations of our collective brains have,\\nsooner or later, to pass through the Reader s\\nhands before being immortalized in print, we\\nare, as a body, naturally, though guardedly,\\ni6", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 17\\nsceptical of his disinterestedness. An open\\nfire would never do in an editorial sanctum.\\nIn fact, I never heard of one being so badly-\\nplaced. It is certainly to the purpose, be it\\nenthusiastically antique or garishly jin-de-\\nsiecky in your own study, in the quietude of\\nyour own home. Then if, in a moment\\nof sanity, you commit a manuscript of your\\nown making to its purging flames, well\\nand good you commit the act in cold\\nblood, with malice aforethought. But in\\nthe Sanctum, where there are a thousand\\nand one little annoyances and a thousand\\nand one little interruptions, a faulty con-\\nstruction, a bit of bad grammar, a misspelled\\nword, a sentence lacking a predicate, or an\\nillegible hand-write, is apt to cause the\\ncoolest of us a cool man is often lazy or\\nstupid, so none of us bid for that distinction\\nto be hasty, and to do things that he\\nwould wish undone.\\nThat the Poet s verses or the Contribu-\\ntor s tragedy should find their way into the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "1 8 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nReader s ever handy Gehenna, would, with\\nall due respect to them, not be as serious a\\nloss, I think even they will admit, as the\\ndisappearance of the unnumbered manu-\\nscripts that come weekly to the Reader s\\nhand with the deprecating little request, In\\ncase they are not found available, kindly\\nreturn with the enclosed postage.\\nIt is possible to rescue from the waste-\\nbasket a manuscript which its gentle author\\nvalues above all earthly price, and in the\\ninditing of which he has refused to be fet-\\ntered by the absurd rules of Murray or the\\nunreasonable dictums of Webster but all\\nthe king s oxen and all the king s men\\ncannot undo the five minutes work of a\\npoetic arch-fire and the Reader s inexcusable\\nrancor.\\nYes, an arch-fire, however much it might\\nstimulate the quality or flow of our Sanctum\\ntalk, would surely bankrupt the magazine in\\na month. We must be contented with our\\npainted radiator and big south window.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanchim 19\\nThe Contributor is, in politics, a pessimist\\nof the most troublesome kind. No one\\never accused him of being a Republican, and\\nhe would leave the room in high dudgeon if\\nhe thought that we considered him a Demo-\\ncrat. He is not a Mugwump, for he dis-\\nlikes theories and believes that to the victor\\nbelongs the spoils, consequently he is not\\na purist while, of all sorts and conditions\\nof men, a reformer is a thing he most\\ndespises. He is simply a citizen of the\\nrepublic, who believes that horse-sense\\nis the best practical guide and that it is re-\\nquired in governmental affairs quite as much\\nas in household matters.\\nTo show his utter contempt for all parties,\\nhe once drew up a scheme of government\\nwith the following men at the head of it\\nthat he invaded the graveyards did not em-\\nbarrass him his names only stood for quali-\\nties, he said\\nPresident, George Washington; Vice-Presi-\\ndent, George William Curtis Secretary of", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nState, James G. Blaine Secretary of the\\nTreasury, William M. Stewart Secretary\\nof War, Benjamin F. Butler Secretary of\\nthe Navy, Captain Alfred T. Mahan.\\nI am in favor of more dignified exclu-\\nsiveness at the White House more true,\\nprogressive Americanism in the State Depart-\\nment, and a broader conception of the\\nnational needs in the Treasury, he explained.\\nThe Army wants less red tape and more\\norganization and effectiveness the Navy, as\\nmany modern war-ships as are owned by any\\nother first-class power, or more. We want\\nAmericanism instead of partisanship horse-\\nsense instead of sounding phrases.\\nThe Poet. The Contributor is like the\\nminister who was engaged by a little Con-\\nnecticut town to preach hell-fire and brim-\\nstone, and board himself\\nThe Contributor sniffed disdainfully, and\\nran a hand through his scanty hair. The\\ntariff bill has just been settled again, after a\\nyear s struggle and debate in the midst of", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 21\\nthe hardest times the country has ever seen/\\nhe said. Where are the reforms that\\nMr. Cleveland so vaingloriously promised\\nWhere are the vast benefits that the laborer\\nwas to receive Where are the good times\\nthat the new tariff was to bring, and which\\nwas to have been passed by a special session\\nof Congress within a month after Mr. Cleve-\\nland came into power Where are last\\nwinter*s snows Is there any common\\nsense in tearing up our entire system of\\ntariff laws every four years, making them the\\nsport of trusts and corporations, reducing\\nthem to a basis of stocks, oil, and pork, a\\nthing to gamble on, just to please some\\ninsane idea of a useless party\\nThe Reader, I prefer to answer for last\\nwinter s snows.\\nThe Contributor, Does not this Wilson\\nBill strike you all as a pitiful bit of statecraft,\\nwhen the fact is taken into consideration that\\nfive hundred brains labored over it for twelve\\nmonths Would you exchange for it the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nwork of the man s brain that discovered the\\ntelegraph, or the work of the man s brain\\nthat invented the sewing-machine Does it\\ncompare for one moment with Newton s Law\\nof Gravitation or even with Blaine s doctrine\\nof Reciprocity? If the Wilson Bill, the\\nplaything of the Sugar Trust and the laugh-\\ning stock of Europe, is the best we can\\nexpect from our five or six hundred repre-\\nsentatives, it is time that Free Trade be in-\\ncorporated in our Constitution.\\nThe Parson. It strikes me that we\\nhave listened to like tirades on the same sub-\\nject from our colleague before. For one, I\\ntrust that the tariff fight has been a lesson to\\nour legislators, as the strike was to our capi-\\ntalists, and that, now that it is at last settled,\\nthe banks will open their vaults and money\\nwill be easier.\\nThe Poet, I rise to submit for the\\nSanctum s approval, the following motto\\nfor Mr. Cleveland s office wall When in\\ndoubt, go duck-shooting.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctwn 23\\nThe Occasional Caller, For one, I pin\\nmy faith to the Democratic tariff.\\nThe Contributor, Take my advice and\\nuse a safety-pin.\\nThe Office Boy, Proof 1", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Ill\\nWE were aimlessly discussing the Chi-\\nnese-Japanese-Korean War, when the\\nParson entered the room, accompanied by\\nour Occasional Visitor. We were unaffect-\\nedly thankful for the interruption. I think\\nwe were growing blase then, too, the sun\\nwas pouring recklessly into our big south\\nwindow, flooding the Artist s table and\\nspreading among us a spirit of benevolent\\ndiscontent. The Artist should have pulled\\ndown the shade, which he did not do no\\none else felt called upon to make the exer-\\ntion, and the Office Boy was out after proof\\nThe Contributor, who had taken part in\\nSherman s March to the Sea, and was not\\nashamed of it, had been maintaining with his\\nusual servigrousness, that war Vv^as an ele-\\nment, not an accident of humanity that\\nH", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 25\\nevery war marked an onward step in the\\nmarch of civilization that it was as much of\\na necessity now as it was when the Lord sent\\nout the hosts of Israel to do battle with the\\nPhilistines.\\nIt is the human expression of a divine\\naxiom, fear begets wisdom, he had just\\nremarked. A race that fears neither God\\nnor man eats itself up or, as the Bible puts\\nit, a nation that will not serve God must\\nperish.^\\nThis last was thrown out after the Parson\\nmade his entry, and was meant for him.\\nThe Contributor honestly thinks he is wily\\nbut his sophistry is, broadly speaking, too\\npalpable to raise even a pitying smile.\\nThe Parson coughed deprecatingly, a\\nministerial clearing of the decks for action,\\nas it were. When the Parson was younger,\\nhe had a chance to turn the other cheek and\\nremain safely at home when his country was\\nin danger; he went to the front as a pri-\\nvate and stayed there a year after the Con-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ntributor returned with the wound in his hip\\nthat has so much to do with the acridity of\\nhis temper. For the last twenty-odd years\\nthe Parson has prescribed the doctrine of\\npeace and good will in a fashionable church\\nthat has high gothic arches, among which\\nhis voice at times plays hide-and-seek, and\\na double row of heavy pseudo-granite pil-\\nlars, behind which he is, as often, tho lost\\nto view to memory dear. In the winter-\\ntime the hot air from the church furnaces\\nascends to the twilight of the groined ceil-\\nings, there to keep company with the good\\nman s voice, to the shivering discomfort of\\nhis listeners.\\nWe have chaffed him many times about\\nthis absurd style of building the churches\\nof his denomination, but he always smiles\\ngood-naturedly, asks why we insist on com-\\ning Sunday after Sunday, the bare-faced\\nfisher, and insists that we would not feel at\\nhome listening to our Bible lesson in the\\norchestra chairs of the Baldwin.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 27\\nHe may be right still it is no argument.\\nGothic churches are to blame for more pneu-\\nmonia and colds in the head than all the fogs\\nthat ever came in through the Golden Gate.\\nThe F arson, I have heard the same\\nthing charged to the account of funerals.\\nThe arguments are all on the side of cre-\\nmation still, the old-fashioned burial holds\\nits popularity.\\nThe Reader. Last Sunday I sat for an\\nhour behind a mottled pillar in the Parson s\\ncathedral. I heard fourteen words, and did\\nnot escape the collection plate. I left in\\nanything but a Sunday state of mind.\\nWhen Westminster Abbey was built, our\\nancestors existed in stone houses-of-refuge\\nwith oiled paper in the windows. To-day,\\nthe poorest of us live in houses that contain\\nconveniences that Croesus, Esquire, could\\nnot have bought, and we continue to wor-\\nship in small Westminster Abbeys.\\nThe Contributor. Tut, tut! You are\\nwandering from the question. I was say-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ning that war is a necessity, at least it is\\ninevitable. In the present Chino-Japanese\\nembroglio there may be no high principle\\ninvolved. Well and good The Japanese\\nhave in twenty years lived five centuries of\\nnational life. To have lived through the\\ntransition state of modern Japan ought to\\nmake one feel preternaturally old. Discuss-\\ning Darwinism, parliamentary institutions,\\nand scientific belligerence, Japan is yet, in\\ntime, but a step removed from the Middle\\nAges. The old Samuri who, not further\\nback than the centennial year, greeted us\\non the streets of the then treaty port of\\nKanagawa, wore a cue and two swords\\nto-day, but for a certain obliqueness of eyes\\nand scantiness of beard, he might pass for\\nan American, in his neat suit of dittoes and\\nblack high-hat. Commodore Perry s guns\\nbegan what Japan s guns will perfect, the\\ncomplete Americanizing of Japan. Withal,\\nthe Japanese are wise in their day, far-seeing\\nin their policy. When the United States", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 29\\nclosed her doors to the teeming population\\nof the Celestial Empire, Japan was quick to\\nrecognize the fact that her salvation and\\ninternational importance lay in discarding her\\nown artistic dress for one of Lowell shoddy,\\nsubstituting a democracy for an oligarchy,\\nbuying a navy and opening schools, an idea\\nwhich was carried out with a parrot-like imi-\\ntativeness and an owl-like wisdom. Its his-\\ntorical uniqueness lies rather in its rapid and\\nthorough fulfilment than in its conception.\\nThe Occasional Visitor. There is noth-\\ning slow about the Japanese tutelary simula-\\ncrum of Father Time\\nThe Contributor. This war, moreover,\\nwill do more to open China to the world\\nthan a thousand years of commerce, mis-\\nsions, and intercourse. Whether Japan is\\nthe victor or China successfully resists her\\nattacks, makes no difference. The vast\\nstagnant pool has been stirred, and the\\npoison that has lurked over it must rise.\\nThe only thing I fear is, that, when once", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nthe great Chinese hive begins to swarm,\\nthere will be no stopping it.\\nThe Parson. Then you admit that war\\nis not an unmixed blessing. As I read his-\\ntory, war has no good results except when\\nthere is an overshadowing principle at stake.\\nOur two wars with England and the Civil\\nwar, like the war of the Reformation, the\\ndefeat of the Spanish Armada, the expulsion\\nof the Saracens from Spain, are entirely\\ndifferent affairs from this China-Japan war,\\nthe guerilla fights in the South Ameri-\\ncan states, the war of the Roses, or the\\nwar of the Spanish Succession. There is all\\nthe difference between them that there is\\nbetween the man who fights in defence of\\nlife and liberty, and the brutes who fight\\nfor plunder. The United States, England,\\nFrance, and Germany owe something to\\ncivilization and religion, and they should\\ninterfere in this great loss of life and treas-\\nure, and forcibly arbitrate such childish\\nquarrels. They are a disgrace to history.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 31\\nWe are nothing more than spectators at a\\nprize-fight.\\nThe Contributor. Exactly, spectators,\\nreferees, judges, and best of all, purse-\\nholders. As for me, I have a gallery seat\\nand my eyesight is poor but the sound of\\nthe blows makes my old blood tingle.\\nThe Reader. It ought to be a good\\nwar, morally good, high-toned and civil-\\nized, as Christian nations have armed and\\ndrilled both sides, and Christian nations\\nhope to progress in the art of war by the\\nobject lessons in the efficiency and deficiency\\nof our modern pneumatic guns, smokeless\\npowder, and naval coats-of-mail\\nThe Contributor. The worst, the most\\nsanguine, the seemingly most uncalled-for\\nwars that ever disgraced the annals of his-\\ntory, have in the end proved a blessing to\\nmankind. The first French Revolution, in\\nwhich was shed enough innocent blood to\\nfloat the Oregon^ startled Europe, intellect-\\nually as well as politically, from the sepul-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nchral repose of the last century it shook\\nthe old continent to its centre, impregnated\\nthe entire social system with new elements,\\nboth of good and evil, woke it up, and set\\ninquiring minds to work to an extent before\\nunknown. The Napoleonic wars, unjusti-\\nfied and unprincipled, overthrew the feudal\\nsystem, tore down oligarchy, the divine\\nright of kings, and made republicanism\\npossible in Europe\\nI confess, interrupted the Parson, smil-\\ning blandly, that like the Thessalonians I\\nam shaken and troubled in mind.\\nThere is no use in trying to carry a spon-\\ntaneous conversation to a logical conclusion.\\nThe mere effort would sap all the spon-\\ntaneity out of it in a moment. There is no\\noriginality of brilliancy in the word chest-\\nnuts but it is expressive, even among\\nsavants, and will bring a haranguer like\\nthe Contributor, for example off his\\nwinged horse in an instant. Our talks were", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 33\\nnever serious for more than a moment at\\na time not long enough for any one of us\\nto ride a hobby. We were all too indifferent\\nto one another s opinions. Had we been\\ncalled together to growl at and reform\\npolitics, law, art, or literature, had we been\\ncalled together at a certain time and for a\\nset purpose, no one would have thought of\\nsaying chestnuts or of strolling out of\\nthe room at a most critical moment.\\nFor one I do not believe in clubs, that\\nis, mutual improvement clubs. Debating\\nsocieties for boys are a most useful adjunct\\nto a school, and a vast benefit to the de-\\nbaters but Thursday or Friday or Satur-\\nday evening clubs for the study of Browning\\nor Guy Fawkes are, beyond the refresh-\\nments and the social part, absurd. Simply\\nbecause the hour of 8 p.m. is set for the\\nworship of Tolstoi and his works, is no\\nreason why we should be in perfect unison\\nwith the subject. At that particular hour I\\nmay feel more like being at the Tivoli, or", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 Talked in the Sanctum\\nyou may be pining for an airing on the\\nfront of a cable car. I do not believe that\\nany great good ever came of ten men and\\ntwenty women listening for an hour to\\nan essay on the Whichness-of-the-Here,\\nwhen any one of the number could derive\\ntwice the benefit from reading Emerson on\\nthe same subject in the quietude of his own\\nstudy, when the spirit moved him. There\\nis no spontaneity, no originality, no laugh-\\nter, nothing but yawns and a sense of duty.\\nThe Artist pulled down the shade, and\\nThe Office Boy. Proof", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "IV\\nTHE wish takes possession of me, and\\nI step into Moore s old book-store\\nfor a look around, and a chat with the\\ncheery little man who is responsible for its\\nexistence. It is just above the sign of Zum\\nRathskeller,* up a narrow flight of steps,\\nalmost impassible because of a pot-pourri of\\ncoverless books and dust-stained copies of\\nmagazines, the one I am making now will\\nfind its way there, I fear, bargains at five\\ncents to catch the eye, along with the blue\\nand green Deutschmen who are condemned\\nto forever quaff beer on the afore-mentioned\\nsign. There s something pathetic in the\\narray, for all they so bravely flaunt their\\nloveless old age in the sun and fog of Cali-\\nfornia Street. A dozen things occur to me\\nthat I might say, right here; comparisons I\\n35", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nmight draw morals I might point. But\\nwhat I started to say was something entirely-\\ndifferent.\\nUsually I hate to pick up a copy of\\na well-known author, and find every pat\\nexpression or happy thought marked,\\na covert insult to any one who may read.\\nHalf of such markings have no more indi-\\nviduality than the Milky Way. The fool\\nthat emphasized the good things in The\\nAutocrat of the Breakfast Table might as\\nwell have drawn his lead pencil from top to\\nbottom on every page and from start to fin-\\nish. In fact, he did, nearly. I put it down\\nto pure affectation on the quondam owner s\\npart, and make the deduction that his taste\\nor weakness for books had overtaken him\\nin middle life, and that he wished to demon-\\nstrate to some one that he knew a good thing\\nwhen he saw it. I only trust he succeeded.\\nI do not mean to go on record as a railer at\\nmarkers in books. I remember turning the\\npages of Middlemarch, long after my", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum yj\\nfather s death, and reading his thoiignts at\\nthe time in a dozen faint pencillings about\\nsignificant passages and it took no Sher-\\nlock Holmes to detect the vocation of the\\nreader of the copy of Les Miserables I\\nheld in my hand, in some corrections of\\ntypographical errors in the letter-press,\\nw.f/s, l.c. s, etc., on its margin.\\nThen possibly I am doubly charitable,\\nas I have a weakness of my own, one I am\\nconscious of, a mild mania for original\\neditions, rare books, and curiosities gener-\\nally in literature, and I am proud to con-\\nfess that I have ruined the books of my\\ninherited library by odd old volumes bound\\nin paper and parchment, lucky if bound at\\nall. I am sure sundry stately works in\\nvellum and calf must be scandalized in\\nbeing ranged by the side of their indi-\\ngent brethren. I never, however, attained\\nthe proud distinction of actually owning a\\nMazarin Bible, although I secured original\\neditions of most of the American authors.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nThis is the history of a deduction that at\\nthe time I thought rather clever. I com-\\npiled it while Mr. Moore was expatiating\\non the beauty of a genuine Angelo to a\\nyoung fencer who was just learning the\\ndifference between a thrust and a parry.\\nThe book I found was a not rare copy\\nof Emerson s Letters and Social Aims.\\nThe name of its once owner was John\\nDoudet.\\nJohn Doudetj I said, is a compound of\\ntwo nationalities. Doudet is French, John,\\nSaxon. The father or grandfather was, not\\nunlikely, the younger son of some great\\nFrench house, who fled to America, to win\\na fortune and then return. But he met a\\nfair American, who was dearer to him than\\nhis French blood.\\nJohn was their son, eldest, perhaps.\\nThe young wife named him John, after\\nher father. Then John was proud, his\\nname was on several pages of the book,\\nproud of his French blood and lineage. He", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 39\\nhad been well educated, was a thinker, else\\nwhy would he read Emerson so thoroughly\\nHe had read it thoroughly it was intelli-\\ngently marked throughout. He was a man\\nof culture and self-control, always self-pos-\\nsessed, for on the seventy-second page he\\nhad marked\\nThe staple figure In novels is the man\\nof aplomb then he underlined, Napo-\\nleon is the type of this class in modern\\nhistory. Then again, Keep cool and\\nyou command everybody. He was a gen-\\ntleman in dress and manners. He believed\\nin the outward signs. On page 79 I saw\\nmarked, The sense of being perfectly well-\\ndressed gives a feeling of inward tranquillity\\nreligion is powerless to bestow. Again, I\\nsee he is not rich, neither is he poor. He\\nphilosophizes in the passage, Every man\\nmust seek to secure his independence, but\\nneed not be rich. Possibly this is the rea-\\nson he did not return to France and claim\\nhis ancestral rights his pride held back.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nHe is something of a cynic, I discover,\\nby the underlining of: In a large sense,\\none would say there is no originality. All\\nminds quote. Then again, under the sen-\\ntence, Take as a type the boundless free-\\ndom here in Massachusetts, he has written\\nin a small, elegant chirography See the\\nhistory of witchcraft in this same Massa-\\nchusetts.\\nHe is neither a braggart nor a fop, I con-\\nclude, from the marked passage in the essay\\non Greatness, A sensible man does not\\nbrag, avoids introducing the names of his\\ncreditable companions, omits himself as\\nhabitually as another man obtrudes himself\\nin the discourse, and is content with putting\\nfact or theme simply on its ground. I liked\\nhim all the better for this. I began to feel\\nthat I knew him. In my mind s eye I had\\nreconstructed his character as satisfactorily as\\nyou might reconstruct a mastodon from one\\nof its hairs. His physical make-up I will\\nnot try to lay down, but I should like to", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctmn 41\\nknow whether John Doudet ever returned\\nto the home of his fathers and claimed his\\nancestral halls. I did not buy the book.\\nYou can find it any day on the third shelf\\nto the left, as you go in. There are so many\\nbooks in this world that one must think\\ntwice before he buys an extra one, especially\\none who has to read and review ^vt, ten,\\nfifteen, even twenty new ones a month.\\nThis reviewing a new book is a curious\\nthing.\\nI suppose we review books because we\\nimagine that our readers enjoy reading our\\nopinions of them and yet I do not believe\\nany one is ever guided in their choice of\\nreading matter by the reviews that we so\\ncarefully, and ofttimes so laboriously, write\\ndown. I know I never read a review of a\\nnew novel until after I have read the novel,\\nand made up my mind as to its merits and\\ndemerits. It is then interesting to compare\\nopinions, or discover side lights on dark pas-\\nsages that I did not think worth exploring.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nWhen Trilby came out, I realized by\\nthe number of reviews that filled all manner\\nand degrees of journals, that it was a book\\nfar above the average but I did not seri-\\nously read one of them until after I had\\nread the book and inditeld my own review.\\nIt is a fact worthy of note, when you pause\\nto consider it, that a reviewer never thinks\\nit worth while to call particular attention\\nto a new novel until after it has actually\\nappeared between covers.\\nTrilby first saw the light in a New\\nYork magazine. If I remember correctly,\\nthere was an interval between its close as a\\nserial and its reappearance as a bona fide book.\\nI will venture the assertion that the propor-\\ntion of reviews of it in its first and last form\\nwere as one to one hundred. No, the truth\\nof the matter is that we feel we must review a\\nbook that is sent us, simply because it is sent\\nus. There are books whose very publishers\\nrealize they are hardly worth a serious read-\\ning, and who, in order to obtain the dignity", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 43\\nof a review, send ready-made reviews wiih\\nthe request that they be copied.\\nSuch books should never be published.\\nI do not recollect ever finding a ready-made\\nreview that was condemnatory, neither do I\\nrecollect ever finding a ready-made review in\\na high-class book.\\nThe Contributor, Now that the election\\nis over and the tariff bugbear disposed of,\\nI want to know if this country is going to\\nhave time, between now and next election,\\nto straighten out our disgraceful foreign\\nrelations\\nThe Parson. Do you refer to the\\nwholesale massacre of the Armenians If\\nso, I trust our government will make His\\nTurkish Majesty understand that this coun-\\ntry protects her subjects and upholds her\\ntreaties as jealously in the heart of Armenia\\nas in the streets of Constantinople.\\nThe Contributor, That is all very well\\nfor the text of a missionary sermon, but how\\ncan we even expect our flag to be respected", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 Talked in the Sancttim\\nin the Eastern Hemisphere, when our child-\\nish internal bickerings cause us to neglect\\nthe enforcement of our rights and self-\\nassumed prerogatives in the Western\\nThe Reader. The Monroe Doctrine\\nThe Contributor, The same. Is it\\ninnocuous or not It holds that the United\\nStates cannot tolerate European encroach-\\nment upon the soil of the American Re-\\npublics. It\\nHere the Office Boy entered with the East-\\nern mail. There were a dozen postal cards,\\nasking for sample copies, and holding out the\\nnever-to-be realized insinuation that, If\\nthe magazine pleases me, I may decide to\\ntake it. We advertise to furnish sample\\ncopies for ten cents. They cost fifteen\\ncents each, but the loss is not great. Where\\none encloses ten cents, twenty -five remit their\\nautograph on a postal. Along about Christ-\\nmas the number of literary beggars trebles,\\nand the strange thing about this sponging\\nsystem is, the Manager informs us, that", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 45\\nGeorgia and Arkansas are the banner States\\nin the sample copy campaign, and tail the\\nlist on the subscription books.\\nSample copies don t pay. The Manager,\\nwho has been a miner on the coast when\\nmines paid, can prove his axiom. He once\\nwrote a mining story from his own life. It\\nwas called The Temblor in the Mad Mule\\nMine. He had an eye to business, and\\nopenly boasted that it would sell five thou-\\nsand copies in Shasta County alone. To let\\nhis old pards of the Mad Mule Mine\\nknow that the account of the famous tem-\\nblor had been made historic, he mailed a\\nsample copy to a leading citizen of Shasta.\\nA year went by and the extra ^y^ thousand\\ncopies were still unordered. One day the\\nManager met the recipient of the Sample\\nCopy on Mission Street. Fred, shouted\\nthe old man, you did us proud. Do you\\nknow that air story of the tremelor travelled\\nall over three counties, and when it got back\\nit was worn down to seven sheets. That s", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nthe kind of literature that makes magazines\\nrich. Keep it up, old Pard, keep it up.\\nAnd the Manager acknowledged the subtle\\nflattery as became a successful author. They\\ndrank to the temblor, to the magazine, to\\nBret Harte, and to the five thousand copies\\nthat were patiently awaiting the realization\\nof the Manager s fond dream.\\nThe Contributor switched off again on\\none of his favorite themes as I extracted a\\nbig, fat, healthy poem on The Golden\\nGate at Sunset from a rather delicate and\\ncareworn envelope.\\nSeventy years ago, he began, when\\nthe Monroe Doctrine first became the boast\\nof the Republic\\nBut again the Sanctum door swung open.\\nThe Office Boy. Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "1WENT to hear the Parson last Sun-\\nday. His sermon was good. By that\\nI mean that it was entertaining. He gave\\nme some fresh ideas, ideas that never origi-\\nnated in the Sanctum, and made me remem-\\nber that I had a higher duty to perform for\\nmy fellow-men than to edit a magazine.\\nI believe it does one good to go to church,\\neven if your mind does wander at times\\nduring the sermon no matter how excel-\\nlent it is. My grandfather was an earnest\\nChristian and never, to my knowledge,\\nmissed a service on Sunday and yet one\\nof my earliest recollections is the row of\\nspots along the wall of the simple edifice\\nin which he worshipped for seventy years,\\nwhere his head, and the heads of his dear\\nold neighbors, rested peacefully in slumber\\n47", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nduring the two hours exposition of the text,\\nHell from beneath is moved for thee to\\nmeet thee at thy coming (Isaiah xiv, 9).\\nI do not think hell from beneath was moved\\nto meet him simply because he slept. He\\nslept reverently for he had become wearied\\nin doing good all the week.\\nI am sure I might better have been\\nasleep during the Parson s discourse, than\\nto have had my mind slipping away on all\\nimaginable errands sacred and profane.\\nSome passage strikingly beautiful would\\nrivet my attention for a moment, and then,\\nbefore I knew it, I would recollect that I\\nwas carrying a letter in my very inside\\npocket that I had promised the Mistress to\\nmail the day before. The thought would\\ncarry me to the letter s destination, and for\\nten minutes I would take part in a spirited\\nconversation with the little family circle in\\nthe New England town where my grand-\\nfather slumbered through so many Sunday\\nsermons. Then the scenery of a Sunday", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 49\\nmorning would all come back to me, and\\nthe Parson, the stained glass tombstone,\\nthe groined arches, would fade away.\\nWe used always to lie abed at grand-\\nfather s on Sunday morning. On week-\\ndays, we usually arose at six, and how good\\nthat extra Sunday hour in bed seemed. The\\nmemory of it now is so filled with a sense\\nof luxuriousness that it seems almost sinful.\\nGrandmother never failed to shake her head\\ngravely, with a look in her eyes that half\\nreproved and wholly forgave our childish\\nindulgence, and she never failed to say, as\\nthe last tousled head appeared from the\\ntwisting oak stairway, Yet a little sleep,\\na little slumber, a little folding of the hands\\nto sleep but it was said so sweetly that\\nit left no sting, and was almost an invitation\\nto return to the great downy bed upstairs.\\nBut just as I had entered upon a Sunday\\nmorning way back in my earliest childhood,\\nI heard the Parson say, as though in com-\\nmentary upon my very thoughts, The", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50 As Talked in the Sanctum\\npath of the just is as the shining light, that\\nshineth more and more unto the perfect\\nday/ and I congratulated myself that even if\\nmy thoughts had strayed from the text, they\\nwere following in the path of the just.\\nGrandfather shaved himself carefully every\\nSunday morning. It was a momentous un-\\ndertaking, and we would watch him strop\\nhis razor on the leather-bound family Bible,\\nwith an interest that bordered on awe.\\nThe Contributor. It is something to\\nbe able to boast of a grandfather who owned\\na family Bible. There is no disputing that\\ngrandfathers, family Bibles, and blue blood,\\nhunt in trios.\\nWhile grandfather was shaving, wc tip-\\ntoed about the room as though his life were\\nin danger, and I verily believe it was. The\\nblue and green kittens that forever played\\nwith a yellow ball on the face of the great\\nclock above the brick fireplace seemed to\\nopen their solferino eyes as grandfather lost\\nhis identity in a vast Niagara of lather.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sancfmn 51\\nThe Parson. I do not resent the day-\\ndreams of my parishioners, if they are as\\ninnocent as the last speaker s. I am not\\nconceited, and I do not hope to hold each\\nand every one s mind in my grasp as I ser-\\nmonize. If I can turn their thoughts into\\na pleasant channel, away from business and\\ndress, for thirty minutes once a week, I am\\ncontent. Every man has an inner conscious-\\nness, in which is stored a vast melange of\\nthings bits of sunshine, snatches of song,\\nforgotten smiles, half-remembered kind-\\nnesses, childhood recollections, and baby-\\nish sweets that he is ashamed to summon\\nup in the glare of the sun and the flare of\\na work-a-day life. For six days you are\\nhammered and knocked by the world and\\nyourself; on the seventh, I want you to\\nopen your soul and let its hidden incense\\nand honey out. The Editor may return to\\nthe Sundays of his childhood and the golden\\ntexts of his first Sunday-school the Con-\\ntributor to a sweetheart in the long ago,", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nand a first kiss that has kept his lips pure\\never since. You see I don t expect a great\\ndeal. I preach for myself as much as for\\nyou. If I can start the divine milk of\\nhuman kindness, or cause an inward tear to\\nflow, my sermon is more than a success.\\nFor he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk\\nthe milk of Paradise.\\nThe Artist. Bravo Had the Parson\\npreached like this, the Editor s mind would\\nnot have wandered.\\nThe Parson. One of my first sermons\\nwas delivered in the pulpit of an eminent\\ndivine. As the congregation filed in and\\nsaw a stripling in the place of the great man\\nthey had learned to reverence, they tiptoed\\nout again one after another. In my right-\\neous wrath I rose and announced that there\\nwould be an intermission of five minutes,\\nduring which all those who had come to\\nworship Doctor Chapin might withdraw,\\nafter which all those who had come to wor-\\nship the Lord would unite with me in sing-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 53\\ning the twenty-third hymn. I thought the\\nretort very smart at the time but I have\\nsince learned that, perchance, I was a wasp in\\nthe ears of the good old Christians, and that\\nmy buzzing kept them from their Sunday\\nmeditation. It is the old familiar face and\\nvoice in the pulpit that bring out the best\\nin the listener, not the gymnastics of the\\nactor or the eloquence of the revivalist. If\\nI suggest a train of thought that makes you\\nbetter, it is as much as Demosthenes or\\nCicero ever accomplished. Wisdom is the\\nprincipal thing therefore get wisdom and\\nwith all thy getting get understanding.\\nThere is an atmosphere about some\\nchurches that is filled with reverence. Oft-\\ntimes it is owing to the preacher, sometimes\\nto the architecture, but more often, I think,\\nit is because of associations. If for forty\\nyears or five hundred years a church has\\nbeen blessed with a congregation that fills\\nits spaces for but one purpose, the wor-\\nship of the Creator, I believe it builds up", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54 ^s Talked iit the Sanctum\\nan atmosphere that fairly throbs with their\\nprayers the air is magnetic, charged with\\nso subtle a current that the stranger feels it\\nwithout understanding.\\nThe cathedral at Cologne gave me that\\nimpression, while Westminster Abbey did\\nnot. Notre Dame was so saturated with\\nhistory and romance that I forgot that I was\\nin a church, while the half-ruined Mosque\\nof Hassan, at Cairo, impressed me, in spite\\nof the fact that it was raised to the glory of\\na false Prophet, as a home of God. I am\\nnot half as reverent in the Parson s big\\nchurch, with its costly windows and great\\norgan, as in the small pine church of my\\ngrandfather. The Parson s steeple is two\\nhundred or three hundred feet high and\\nholds a chime of bells, but the smoke from\\nthe city hides the steeple, and the clang of\\nthe cable cars drowns the music of the\\nchimes.\\nAs grandfather finished shaving, and while\\ngrandmother was arranging his stock for the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 55\\nfifth time, the long sweet note from the bell\\nin the seventy-foot steeple three miles away\\ncame sounding through the soft, pulseless\\nair. It was the first bell, ten o clock.\\nThe scent of the hay and of growing things\\ncame into the half-open window. The air\\nwas sleepily warm, and so still that the\\nurchins on the back seats could hear every\\nfretful movement of the staid old horses in\\nthe long row of sheds that bounded the\\nsmall churchyard on one side. The pulpit\\nwas five steps above the congregation, far\\nenough to transform the white-haired old\\npreacher, who was our companion and ad-\\nviser on weeks days, into a priest and a\\nmaster. We were in God s house we felt\\nit, and whether the discourse was on heaven\\nor hell, it was accepted with a cheerful\\nthankfulness and a reverence befitting the\\nplace.\\nThere is something in reverence that, with\\na little fanning, bursts into blind obedience\\nand unreasoning patriotism. In the solemn", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nhush that preceded the benediction, when\\nevery head was bowed, every heart throbbing\\nin unison, every mind filled with the same\\nthought, a flood of reverence, too deep to\\nhide, passed over the congregation, and a\\ntear stood in more than one eye. God, for\\nthe moment, was very near.\\nThe Contributor, I sometimes think,\\nafter all has been said, that an autocratic\\nmonarchy is the only really sensible govern-\\nment. This system of government has its\\ndrawbacks, especially when the power of\\nspending money and declaring war is vested\\nin the hands of four hundred Congressmen,\\nevery one of whom has a different mind and\\nis responsible to his constituents. A king,\\nif he were not an imbecile, and imbeciles on\\nthe thrones of the world are not good form\\nin this century, would see at a glance that\\nthe building of the Nicaragua Canal was a\\nmatter of vital importance to the commerce\\nof the United States, and he would order it", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 57\\nbuilt. But the project was smothered in the\\nlast Congress, because one member thought\\nthe money could be better spent in river\\nimprovements on Willow Creek his dis-\\ntrict. And another thought that Shoreditch\\nhad got to the point where the government\\nmust build it a new post-office, if it expected\\nhis vote on any bills that were for the bene-\\nfit of the great body politic. So-called high-\\ntoned independent newspapers egg on\\nCongressmen to oppose the building of bat-\\ntle-ships, because it is a decade of peace, and\\nno doubt, because Wall Street needs the\\nmoney. If a foreign war-ship should sail\\ninto New York harbor and drop a bomb\\ninto the midst of the big cylinder press that\\nprints one such newspaper, I think, if able\\nto ever get out another issue, it would see\\nthe need of more war-ships. This country is\\nrich, in spite of its everlasting talk about lack\\nof funds and treasury deficit. We pay our\\nPresident, cabinet ministers, diplomats, mere\\npittances compared to fourth- and fifth-class", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "58 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nEuropean powers. We have no court to\\nsupport nor any royal loafers we do not even\\npay our just claims, adjudged to be just by\\nthe Court of Claims, then why should we\\nnot use public moneys for public needs\\nSince when has the world become so\\ngood that war-ships and armies have become\\nunnecessary It is exasperating to elect a\\ngood, sensible neighbor to go to Washington,\\nonly to have him spend his time building\\nup and tumbling down tariffs, wasting wind\\non bond issues, and haggling over contested\\nelection cases/\\nThe Reader,\\nThe Contributor, There don t inter-\\nrupt me. The Cuckoo Congress is dead,\\nand I, as an American citizen, intend to have\\nmy say. It is a matter of indifference to me\\nwhat its politics was. It is what it did and\\nwhat it promised to do and what it didn t do\\nthat interests me. Where is the free trade\\ntariff it promised? How many of the trusts\\nthat it swore to suppress have felt its blight-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "As Talked m the Sanctum 59\\ning breath? What has become of the boasted\\nrepeal of the prohibitory tax on State bank-\\nnotes? Has it irrigated the arid lands, or\\nbuilt the Nicaragua Canal, or laid a cable to\\nHawaii\\nThe Contributor s impassioned note\\nbrought the Office Boy to the door with\\na look of genuine alarm on his face. But\\nthey are gone, the cuckoos, thank God\\nThe Office Boy, Yes, sir, they sailed for\\nAustralia on the Mariposa, Thursday.\\nThe Contributor, They what Whom\\ndo you mean\\nThe Office 5 Why! the Gaiety\\nGirls, sir.\\nThen the good Contributor blushed to\\nthe top of his dear old head. The Con-\\ntributor, who never went to the theatre\\nunless Shakspere was before the footlights,\\nhad gone three nights to sec the Gaiety\\nGirls at the Baldwin, and mere curiosity,\\nno doubt, had taken him to the Oceanic\\ndock to see them sail out of the ever mys-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "6o ^s Talked in the Sanctum\\nterious portals of the Golden Gate. The\\nArtist laughed softly, and the Editor went\\nout into the adjoining room to listen to the\\nstory of a poetess of passion/* who brought\\na letter of introduction from Joaquin Miller.\\nBut when he returned to the Sanctum\\nThe Office Boy, Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "VI\\nT AM sixty-four to-day, boys, said the\\nA Parson. Then he so drew himself up\\nthat there was but the faintest suspicion of\\na stoop in his broad shoulders and awaited\\nour congratulations. The crown of his hat\\njust cleared the lintel of the Sanctum door.\\nStrength and bodily confidence pervaded\\nhis person, and the flush of health and\\nexercise glowed in his clean-shaven face.\\nHis hair was white, but his eye was as\\nbright and alert as a schoolboy s. Not\\nuntil he gave the military salute did we\\nrecollect the ugly sabre cut concealed be-\\nneath his immaculate shirt-bosom. We\\nalways referred to it as the Sanctum s\\nV. C. The Parson, however, was\\nprouder of the fact that his four years at\\nthe front had, in his own estimation, left\\n6i", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nno cause for him to call for a pension, than\\nthat he had brought this glory to the Sanc-\\ntum. There was a grain of vanity in the\\ngood man s consciousness of perfect health\\nand unimpaired vitality that we were secretly\\nproud of, although the Contributor never\\nfailed to remark solicitously, on occasion\\nI wish you could have seen the Parson\\nin such and such a year. Healthy you\\nwouldn t know he was the same man.\\nThen we would all look sympathetically\\ntoward the invalid and mourn that we\\ncould not have known him in his prime.\\nThe Parson was a sturdy shepherd, both\\nmentally and physically, and had it ever\\ncome to the point of holding his aristo-\\ncratic flock together by sheer force of\\nmuscle, he would have been equal to the\\ntrial. It would have been a strong sheep\\nindeed that could twist itself out of his\\npowerful hands.\\nThe Parson believes that no man is so\\nbusy or driven that he cannot aflford an", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 63\\nhour a day to physical drill that much time\\ngiven to Indian clubs, dumb-bells, or to his\\nown hobby fencing is, he declares, in*\\nvested at compound interest. It had not\\ntaken him long to convert the Sanctum and\\nturn it into a fencing class but upon the\\noutside world, even those of his own flock,\\nhe had not made the least impression. I\\nhave heard him preach and lecture again\\nand again on the Gospel of Exercise, only\\nto have his pleased audience agree with him\\nfrom first to last, without a thought of even\\ngiving his method a trial. We had only\\nto mention that the Parson was looking\\nwell to start him off on this well-built\\nhobby.\\nThe Parson. Looking well, am I I\\nam sixty-four to-day, remember, and I sleep\\nand eat like a baby. I can chase a street\\ncar two blocks without losing my breath,\\nand tramp from here to Menlo and back\\nwithout an effort; or I can work in my\\nstudy, if necessary, from six in the morning", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64 -^s Talked in the Sanctum\\nuntil twelve at night, and not feel it. Do\\nyou know why Because I devote one\\nhour of every day of my life, save Sunday,\\nto good hard exercise. I bring every\\nmuscle of my body and brain into action\\nand, for the time being, I forget my trials,\\nmy business, my work, in a grand salle\\n(Tarmes. During that hour I had rather\\nlouche Professor Ansot than pen the best\\nsermon ever written. Or, if it is a lesson\\ninstead of a bout, I am prouder of my self-\\ncontrol as I stand before the dancing point\\nof his foil than I am of the biggest marriage\\nfee that I ever received. And then to stop\\nbefore you are tired, dripping with perspira-\\ntion, the blood bounding through your\\nbody, your muscles all quivering with excite-\\nment, and go out into the street with head\\nup and shoulders thrown back, ah it is\\nglorious. Tell me, cannot you do better\\nwork in the office or in the study after\\nthat Look around among our friends\\nhollow chests and stooping shoulders greet", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 65\\nyou everywhere. In the spring, this one\\nmust have a tonic in the fall, that one\\nmust go to the country for rest. The one\\nspends more money for medicine than I\\ndo for fencing lessons, and the other more\\ntime in his one trip than I do with my\\nhour a day the year round. What is the\\nresult on their part Nothing. Why,\\nfour years ago the Editor had the grip he\\ntook a sea voyage and a hogshead of\\nmedicine. The grip went away for that\\nsummer, but returned the next winter.\\nYou all said he was going into a decline.\\nI am not preaching, but you know the\\nresult. I got him down to Ansot*s and\\nstarted him in fencing, an hour a day. The\\ngrip fled. Look at him now! He can\\ndo two men s work. His two years\\nfencing has made a man of him, although\\nI confess he hasn t become much of a\\nfencer.\\nI bowed, and threw my gloves at the rev-\\nerend man s patent leathers.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66 ^s Talked in the Sanctum\\nThe F arson, This generation is brought\\nup wrong. No attention is paid to health.\\nIt has flaccid muscles and weak lungs. The\\nAmerican father imagines that the Indian\\nclub belongs to the specialty man on the\\nvariety stage and the fencing foil to the\\npages of Dumas s novels. Consequently\\nthe American boy is sent to school to\\ndevelop his brain and abuse his body. He\\nstudies trigonometry for discipline without\\nknowing that there is more disciphne in a\\nparry and three times as much mathematics\\nin a touche. The English know better.\\nThey walk and ride and exercise conscien-\\ntiously, and they do not have the dyspepsia\\nor insomnia. When I advise a business\\nfriend to take an hour a day for exercise, he\\nreplies, I wish I could, but I haven t time.\\nHasn t time Mark my word, that man\\nwill be old at forty, wear out at fifty, and die\\nat fifty-five. The ten or fifteen years that\\nhe will spend in his grave before I shall join\\nhim would have been plenty of time. Look", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 67\\nat the patent medicines in our stores. What\\ncountry on earth has so many Of them\\nall, which ones have we inherited from\\nGreece or Rome or even France Do you\\nthink that there would be any sale for these\\nconcoctions of iron and cod-liver oil if it\\nwere fashionable for our young ladies and\\ngentlemen to walk and ride and fence Bah\\nNot one per cent of them have strength\\nenough to pick themselves up if they fall\\ndown, and none of them know the pleasure\\nof being able to enjoy the good things of the\\nworld.\\nThe Reader, Not even the Parson^s\\nsermons.\\nThe Parson, Why, when I was abroad\\nThe Office Boy, There is a lady out-\\nside who wishes to know if you can use a\\npoem on the California Poppy\\nThe Reader, Tell the lady that the\\ndemand for poems on the California Poppy\\nand Mount Shasta is weak to-day. We are", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "68 As Talked hi the Sanctum\\nrunning the Yosemite and the Golden Gate\\nfor a change.\\nThe Parson, You may smile at my\\nfive weeks abroad, but it was a vigorous trip.\\nI started with a party of thirty and by the\\ntime we arrived at the base of the Pyramids\\nthere were only nine left. We had tired out\\nthe weakhngs. My physical training stood\\nme in good stead. Three of the nine\\nattempted the Great Pyramid, but only two of\\nus succeeded. Do you not think that I was\\npaid for my hour every morning by the\\nview I got at its top and the proud conscious-\\nness I had won where so many others had\\nfailed There are many men, yes, and\\nwomen, who claim that they have scaled\\nthe Great Pyramid of Cheops. Collectively,\\nI admire them, particularly the women\\nindividually, all but the athletes like myself\\nmust pardon me if I am politely sceptical.\\nThe ledges that I walked along between my\\nBedouins, the blocks of granite the height of\\nman that I was dragged up over, and the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 69\\ncorners and crevices I edged into, would put\\nthe walls of one of our canons to shame.\\nBut the reward I had v/aited until I was\\nsixty, but it was mine at last. The Pyra-\\nmids the Sphinx, staring right on, with\\ncalm eternal eye Heliopolis, the city of the\\nsun, the On of Genesis; Cairo with its\\nthousand domes and minarets the sacred\\nNile the red desert of Libya, where there\\nis no shade save what the chameleon casts\\nthe tombs of the Mamelukes the Island of\\nRoda, where the great lav/giver was found,\\nlay stretched below me like the panoramic\\nmap of the Sunday-school room of my child-\\nhood. Away to the right was Goshen, the\\nland to which the silver-haired patriarch\\nJacob and his sons came farther, Ur of the\\nChaldees, from out of which Abraham\\njourneyed in the time of famine to the\\nsouth were Ghizeh and Memphis, only a\\nmass of scattered ruins to tell of their former\\ngreatness.\\nThe Artist, Very pretty Accept my", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "yo As Talked in the Sanctum\\nhumble congratulations and wishes for many\\nhappy returns of this day.\\nThe Poet. And from me,\\nA green old age, unconscious of decays\\nThat proves the hero born in better days.*\\nThe Occasional Visitor. I shall take up\\nfencing at once, if it will enable me to ascend\\nthe Great Pyramid when I am sixty, and have\\nbreath enough left to see anything but a\\ndizzy whirl before my eyes.\\nThen we fell to talking about fencing as\\nan art, not strictly as a means of exercise.\\nIt is rather a remarkable thing that the theory\\nof fencing has reached all but absolute per-\\nfection at this day, when the art has become\\npractically useless. Had D Artagnan known\\nhow to use his rapier as do Ansot of San\\nFrancisco or Senac of New York, he would\\nhave had less difficulty with the bravos of\\nthe court. In fact, Dumas, Ainsworth, Sir\\nWalter Scott and Stanley Weyman, in order\\nthat their heroes may be victors on all occa-\\nsions, make them masters of the modern\\nI", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 71\\nfencing school, an anachronism as absurd\\nas it is foolish The duel of the days of\\nIvanhoe and The Three Musketeers\\nwas a question more of brute strength and\\nagility than of skill or science. The duel\\nwith rapiers in the sixteenth and early seven-\\nteenth centuries was far from the graceful,\\npicturesque performance that authors and\\nartists would have us believe. The charm-\\ning sword-play that one usually sees in\\nHamlet is innocently ridiculous. It was\\nlearned by the modern actor of the fencing\\nmaster of his day, and adapted to a play that\\nwas supposed to describe a Danish court in\\nthe Middle Ages. Hamlet might as well be\\nin full evening dress and patent-leathers as\\nto salute Laertes with the lunge, reversing of\\nthe point, saluting in carte and tierce, etc.\\nSuch fencing was not even perfected fifty\\nyears ago. The principles which are the A\\nB C of sword-play to-day were absolutely\\nunknown in the days of duelling and would\\nhave established the reputation of the courtier", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "72 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nin the time of Louis XV. The history of\\nthe sword is a history of the evolution of\\nman. The rough, unskilful fighting of the\\nMiddle Ages, which has been so wrongfully\\nidealized by author and artist, was wholly in\\nkeeping with the reign of brute force in\\nsocial life as well as politics. The mighty\\narm and the mighty weapon went together,\\nalthough the weakling of to-day could have\\nsilenced both. The mace or glaive and armor\\nplayed an equal part with the sword, and the\\nstrongest won. With the Renaissance came\\nthe wild, frantic, and vicious reign of the\\nrapier. Armor was laid aside and the cava-\\nlier strove to outwit his antagonist instead of\\nbeating him down. There were no parriers\\nor thrusts, only a mad whirl and exhibition\\nof agiUty. The sword-play corresponded to\\nthe manner and literature of the time it\\nlacked balance. With the introduction of\\nfire-arms, the sword lost its importance and\\nbecame an article of dress, and its use an\\naccomplishment like dancing. Not till then", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sajtctum 73\\ndid the swordsman discover that the sword\\nbecame really dangerous only when handled\\nwith the least expenditure of strength and\\nmanaged almost entirely by the wrist. Duel-\\nling is a thing of the past, and fencing is\\nsimply a pastime that combines the greatest\\namount of mental excitement with bodily\\nexercise. It is unfortunate that the use of\\nthe foil became obsolete when duelling\\nbecame a crime. It can be made a game of\\nskill that delights the brain as well as tasks\\nthe muscles.\\nThe Office Boy, ProoVr", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "VII\\n^Y^HE CONTRIBUTOR. Did you\\never feel that you had an inspiration\\nto write Possibly not the divine inspira-\\ntion of the heaven-born genius encouraged\\nby a brain full of great live thoughts, but\\nthe lazy, irritating itching to lay aside the\\nbook you are reading and write not to\\nwrite anything in particular, but just write,\\ncompose. Mine for I am a victim gen-\\nerally exhausts itself, I admit, while I am\\nsharpening one end of my pencil or chew-\\ning the other into a brush-Uke pulp but\\nstill I am unable to resist this sudden,\\ndelightful call.\\nThe Reader remarked that he had heard\\nthe still, small voice often, but that it gen-\\nerally reached him from the composing\\nrooms via the Office Boy.\\n74", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "^s Talked in the Sanctum 75\\nThe Contributor. When I was a boy\\nand first heard an orchestra, I would sit\\nthrough number after number with eyes\\nhalf closed and thoughts spanning the uni-\\nverse. I had no idea what was being played\\nthe airs did not particularly interest me. But\\none would drive my ambitions in one direc-\\ntion and one in another. Sometimes, with\\nthe music, I pictured myself behind the\\nfootlights an orator holding spellbound\\nthe audience, of which, so I dreamed, I\\nwas one, moving them to tears or laughter\\nby the power of my eloquence. Sentences\\nof my mythical speech would flash through\\nmy brain. My breath would come quickly,\\nfor as I would finish this matchless oration\\nthat was to make my name honored for all\\ntime I saw the audience rising as one man\\nand cheering until the whole earth echoed\\nwith the shouts. The orchestra would cease\\nand I would descend from Olympus, a little\\nsheepish withal, but with my pulses beating\\nlike trip-hammers and my eyes all aglow.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "76 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nMusic fired a thousand latent, unknown,\\nunformulated ambitions. They were big,\\nwarm, and generous. I fairly ached to be\\nup and doing. I could not wait for the\\nyears of my adolescence to pass. When I\\narrived at man s estate the horizon narrowed\\nsuddenly. Instead of conquering the world\\nand moving multitudes, I found that there\\nv/ere certain stubborn elementary facts that\\nmust be dealt with before I could ever make\\nmy name known and honored, even in my\\nown city. Then music lost its power. It\\nwas of no use to picture myself a general\\nbefore I knew even the ordinary drill of a\\ncommon soldier or the editor of a great\\nmagazine, when my contributions were not\\nacceptable in the humblest newspaper offices.\\nI never became an orator. Still, those\\nearly air-castles survived houses that should\\nhave been built of firmer material, and drove\\nthe dreamer to the conquering of tasks that\\nwould have been considered menial a few\\nyears before. This is what I mean by my", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 77\\nsudden ambitions or inspirations to write.\\nTo-day, for example, I was reading Lafcadio\\nHearn*s charming studies and essays of\\nJapan, Out of the East/ The beauty of\\nthe language, the delicacy of the descriptions,\\nthe almost breathing perfume of the scenes,\\nmoved me strangely, not to take the next\\nsteamer for Japan and join the author in his\\nparadise, for I know too well the folly of\\nanticipation and the disappointment of reali-\\nzation but to imitate, or rival, the writer\\nwith my pen. I wrote at my novel for an\\nhour. Hearn was the inspiration, and it is\\nto him that I owe this chapter. I plagiarized\\nhis spirit, not his ideas or his words. I think\\nhe would recognize it. There are other\\nauthors that are responsible for the atmos-\\nphere of other paragraphs and chapters,\\nStanley Weyman, Ian Maclaren, Doyle,\\nand, myself!\\nThis is a confession that I do not wish\\nto go outside the Sanctum, but I have been\\nenthused by my own published work. I", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nhave said to myself: That is great. I\\nwonder how I ever came to do it If I can\\nimprove on that I shall be heard of yet/\\nAnd then, all aglow with my own greatness,\\nI pitch in with a stimulus that carries me on\\nfor an hour or more. There has any one\\nelse ever felt the same, felt this modest\\nyearning to soar\\nThe Reader, The Contributor must\\nhave had one of his contributions accepted\\nby some journal that pays on acceptance.\\nHow, otherwise, can we account for his sub-\\nlime appreciation of his own work\\nThe Contributor The Reader lives so\\nexclusively in a world of rejected manu-\\nscripts that he is unable to recognize the\\ntrue ring when he hears it. When he finds\\nthat it is possible to accept he is so thun-\\nderstruck that he has to ride up and down\\nin the elevator eight times before he is able\\nto pen a gracious note to its author. He\\nhas set the refusal blanks to music, and sings\\nthem to waltz time, something like this", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 79\\nDear Sir.\\nLa! la! la!\\nWe find ourselves unable to use the man-\\nuscript submitted, and accordingly return it\\nwith thanks.\\nLa! la! la!\\nIt is impossible, among so many manu-\\nscripts, to send criticism or explanation of\\nthe reasons why each is unavailable.\\nLa! la! la!\\nMany are returned because their subjects\\nor treatment are not just in the line the mag-\\nazine may be in need of at the time or be-\\ncause, among many that are good, we must\\nselect a few and return the rest.\\nLa! la! la!\\nMuch that is not adapted to the use of this\\nmagazine will be found available by other\\njournals.\\nLa! la! la! Tra la! la!\\nI have had a story accepted and the\\ncheck is in my pocket. Possibly I do feel\\nencouraged; but that is neither here nor\\nthere. I was simply asking a question.\\nMany a time have I laid down a book I", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "8o As Talked in the Sanctum\\nwas reading, one that was so interesting that\\nI could scarcely take my eyes from it, and,\\ndriven by a will stronger than my own,\\nsnatched up a half-completed story, and\\nwrote and rewrote for dear life. It was the\\nsame old familiar impulse that I felt tug-\\nging at my heart strings as I listened to one\\nof Verdi s operas. Only then it was not\\ntangible it had not chosen its outlet. It is\\nonly once in a month or a year that a book\\nhas this influence, and the subject-matter of\\nthe book is as varied as are the things I write.\\nI feel the thrill as I repeat their names,\\nLes Miserables,* Henry Esmond, In\\nthe Tennessee Mountains, The Story of a\\nCountry Town, ^Norwood, Doctor Johns,\\nand more than one of Ebers s, Harte s,\\nCaine s, Weyman s, and Doyle s.\\nThe Reader, I gather from your\\nremarks that Hugo, Thackeray, Bret\\nHarte, and the rest did not live in\\nvain.\\nThe Poet. I, too, have felt the divine", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 8i\\nafflatus within the book and volume of my\\nbrain/\\nThe Reader, Gentlemen, please do not\\nmisunderstand me. I am not a scoffer. I\\nalso have had the desire come upon me to\\nwrite as I read, but I have stood out man-\\nfully against it. Do ye likewise.\\nThe Reviewer took from his vest pocket\\na newspaper clipping and read the names of\\na lot of big-wigs in the literary profession\\nand the books that had most helped them\\nto become big-wigs. Big-wig, I think, is the\\nterm for one thousand candle-power literary\\nlights, rather than big guns. A little friend\\nof the Sanctum, whose father is a member\\nof the State Legislature, has just entered\\nschool. The teacher, one day, was trying\\nto instil into the Httle ones minds the first\\ngreat lesson of all, to keep their bright\\neyes open, to observe. Then she bade\\nthem put their books aside and suddenly\\nasked how many pages the book contained.\\nNo one had noticed save the Sanctum s Httle", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nfriend, and he answered promptly, One\\nhundred and thirty-four. Then she asked\\nwho was the author of the What-is-this\\nThis-is-a-cat book. Our Httle man and\\nthree others out of a class of eighteen replied\\ncorrectly. I was very proud of him. I saw\\nthe career of a lawyer, reporter, or natu-\\nralist open up. Then came some ques-\\ntion about the great cannons that were being\\ntried, day by day, at Presidio. Did any\\none in the class ever see a big gun\\nUp went Bennie s hand. I saw hun-\\ndreds, teacher, when I went with mamma\\nto Sacramento. And my papa is one,\\ntoo he finished, with a ring of childish\\npride in his voice. I saw the distinction\\nat once between a big-wig and a big-\\ngun.\\nAmong the Hst of books that the afore-\\nmentioned authors honored by acknowledg-\\ning, we found, once or twice, Shakspere, the\\nBible, Homer, and Virgil, while one referred\\ncondescendingly to Moliere but the majority", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 83\\ncited books and writers that were entire\\nstrangers to the Sanctum they had Impos-\\ning Latin and Greek names that commanded\\nour awe at once, although they did not\\nawaken a glimmer of Intelligence In our\\nseveral faces. I looked in vain for some\\nmention of Robinson Crusoe the Par-\\nson was convinced that It was the fault\\nof the printer that Pilgrim s Progress\\nhad been overlooked, and the Contribu-\\ntor said flatly that the big-wigs were\\nposing.\\nThe Contributor, To. be honest, I will\\nwager that Sir John Lubbock, Professor\\nHuxley, or Mr. Ruskin, if it came down\\nto a question of final, individual decision,\\nwould see the entire forty-two books of\\nHermes Trismeglstus in the same embar-\\nrassing position as Shadrach, Meshach, and\\nAbednego, rather than have the world lose\\nVanity Fair or the Scarlet Letter. I\\nhave heard of the Y-KIng. I know it\\nwas written eleven centuries before Christ", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nby a Mister Wang-wang of the Celestial\\nEmpire. I never read one of its three\\nthousand songs, and I don t believe that all\\nof them would inspire me to write one chap-\\nter of my novel. I may be but an aver-\\nage American, but I don t believe that the\\nY-King, the Vedas, the Zend-Avesta, the\\nTagenistae of Aristophanes, the Lyrics\\nof Theognis, the Megarian, the Works and\\nDays of Hesiod, with a half-dozen authors\\nof the Augustan age thrown in, have done\\none-tenth as much toward shaping and stim-\\nulating the talents of our revered big-wigs,\\nin spite of their own positive assertions,\\nas the scantily noticed works of the Eliza-\\nbethan writers and our modern novelists.\\nYou cannot take a book, no matter how\\nerudite, with firm determination to be in-\\nspired. Books are dependent on moods\\nand surroundings. You may read the same\\nvolume one day, through a glass darkly,\\nand the next, sympathetically. However\\nmuch we may owe to the so-called classics,", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctufn 85\\nstill I think the good books of our youth\\nare the ones, possibly unrecognized even\\nto-day, that have had the greatest influ-\\nence in shaping our thoughts, and possi-\\nbly our careers.\\nThe Reviewer mentioned his best-be-\\nloved book. I do not think it would be\\nfair to chronicle it here, as it was not a\\nclassic, and the big-wigs would probably\\nnever own up to having read it. It was\\na sweet, simple story of boy-and-girl love\\non a tropical island. There was a httle de-\\nscription in it, not much of any value, no\\nepigrams, no foreign phrases, no analysis,\\nand yet it had taken firm hold of something\\nin the Reviewer s life and had never let go.\\nIt had taught him a lesson that had made\\nhim better and purer. He did not main-\\ntain that his author had any right to a place\\nby the side of Martial, Horace, or Catullus\\nneither would he have loved him better\\nif he had.\\nSometimes I am afraid to reread one of", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nthese books that have helped shape my life.\\nI do not want to discover their imperfec-\\ntions in the light of my larger experience.\\nI am jealous of their place in my memory.\\nYet they have never disappointed me. How\\ncan they, when, between every line, I read\\nthe aspirations and ambitions of my own\\nfresh young mind, and at the end of every\\nchapter behold a flashlike view of how those\\ndreams were realized. Robinson Crusoe\\nand Swiss Family Robinson are fairly\\ncharged with the unuttered determination\\nsome day to live on a tropical island in a\\ntropical sea, and are possibly dearer to me\\nbecause the determination was really carried\\nout. As I thumb the greasy old pages (for\\nthe books were old before my time) I am\\nonce more on my island. All about us are\\nverdure-covered islets, that but a century\\nago were the homes of the fierce Malayan\\npirates. A rocky beach, that contracts and\\nexpands as the tide rises and falls, encircles\\nthe island, on which glisten a hundred varie-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 87\\nties of shells, exposing their delicate shades\\nof color to the sun. Coral formations of\\nendless design and shape form a submarine\\ngarden of wondrous beauty, through whose\\nshrubs, branches, and ferns the brilliantly\\ncolored fish of the southern seas sport like\\ngoldfish in some vast aquarium. From\\nunder a great almond tree we watch the\\nsun sink slowly to a level with the masts\\nof a bark that is bound for Java and the\\nBornean coasts. The black, dead lava of\\nthe island becomes molten for the time.\\nA faint breeze nestles among the long fan-\\nlike leaves of the palm, and brings out the\\nrich yellow tints with their background\\nof green. A soft, sweet aroma comes\\nfrom out the almond tree. The red\\nsun and the white sails of the bark sail\\naway together for the Spice Islands of the\\nSouth Pacific. The dream of our child-\\nhood is being realized, and there is no\\ndisappointment.\\nThe Poet, I trust that The Divine", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "88 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nComedy has never brought about a like\\nresult to the Reader.\\nThe Contributor. Inferno is too good\\na place for\\nTheParson. Y\\\\^\\\\ ^^V\\nThe Office Boy. Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "VIII\\nIT is the simplest thing in the world to\\nmake a magazine pay, and the method\\nis no secret. There is without doubt many\\nan ambitious journalist on this coast ready\\nto start a rival to our own the moment he\\nis assured that the venture will win him\\nfame and money. It may not be good\\npolitics for the Sanctum to lay its heart\\nbare, but a secret is no secret when shared\\nby a dozen persons and the Office Boy.\\nThe magazine promoter needs but just\\nmoney enough to print his first issue for,\\nif he take advantage of the Sanctum s\\nreceipt, money will pour in until he will\\nimagine that the windows of heaven have\\nbeen opened for his benefit.\\nHere it is. Just know what the people\\nwant to read and give it to them. Napo-\\n89", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "go As Talked in the Sanctum\\nleon had no difficulty in winning battles.\\nHe always saw just where to strike, and\\nhe struck with all his might. He knew\\ninstinctively where his troops would be\\nof the most service, and he did not hesi-\\ntate. He did the right thing at the right\\ntime.\\nBind together ten articles, stories, sketches,\\nor poems, each one of which will demand\\nthe attention of ten thousand people, and\\nyou need not worry about your printer s\\nbills. Make a magazine popular. All that\\nis needed is popular literature. If one short\\nstory will make an author famous, it stands\\nto reason that one popular article a month\\nought to make a magazine sell.\\nBut the rub comes in deciding what will\\ncatch the public eye. Did you ever try to\\nmake up a list of subjects on which articles\\ncould be written that would have a fair\\nchance of selling, each, say, five hundred\\ncopies of a magazine It is lots of fun.\\nThe Office Boy. The mail", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 91\\nThere are seven manuscript stories, one\\nwith twelve cents postage due four manu-\\nscript articles three letters of advice two\\nkicks twenty-one postal card requests for\\nsample copies, seventeen of which are south\\nof the Mason and Dixon line a change of\\naddress seven subscriptions one discon-\\ntinuance eleven manuscript poems, and a\\ndesign in ink for a tail-piece.\\nThe Reader. Here are four sketches,\\napropos of our talk on salable manuscripts.\\nWhile I read their titles, let the Sanctum\\ndecide how many magazines each would\\nsell:\\ni. An Ascent of Popocatepetl. 2. A\\nJourney to California in 49. 3. The\\nIntemperance of Temperance. 4. Feath-\\nered Songsters of the Pacific Coast.\\nThe Sanctum. Possibly fifty to their\\nauthors.\\nThe Reader. I should judge from\\nthe first paragraph of each, that all four of\\nthe manuscripts submitted are well written", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nand make interesting reading, and yet the\\nunanimous verdict is that if they were pub-\\nlished in any one number of the magazine\\ntheir united selling abilities would be fifty.\\nIn other words, our rival who expects to\\nmake his magazine pay would do well not to\\nchoose any one of them.\\nThe Poet, And yet, no doubt, they\\nwould be more satisfactory to the regular\\nmagazine reader and subscriber than the\\nspecial article that will sell ten thousand\\ncopies to the irregular buyers. Do you\\nremember how weary the public became\\nbefore the War articles were finished in\\nthe Century And yet they trebled the\\nreceipts of that company, and secured the\\nattention of a class of readers that had\\nnever before cared whether the magazine\\nlived or died.\\nThe Contributor, There are special\\narticles that nine good judges would swear\\nwere inspirations and would sell thousands,\\nbut they are financial failures because of", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 93\\nthe character of the special audiences inter-\\nested. There was the twenty page special\\nin our April number on The Jew in San\\nFrancisco; It was written by a Jewish\\nrabbi and a Gentile, both of whom were\\ninteresting and accurate writers, and it was\\nbeautifully illustrated. It appealed directly\\nto sixty thousand Jews, all well-to-do, in\\nthis city, and a hundred thousand more in\\nthis magazine s field. A big edition was\\nprinted, you remember. It was a dire finan-\\ncial failure, although a multitude of papers\\nnoticed and copied it. Why? Because of\\nthe peculiar characteristics of the class ap-\\npealed to. Those most interested bought\\na few copies and passed them around; a\\npenny saved is a penny earned. On the\\nother hand, you will remember that the\\nArtist s contribution in the July number\\non Some San Francisco Illustrators was a\\ntremendous and unexpected success. It\\nsold out the entire edition, and yet it only\\nappealed to a few dozen artists and their", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94 Talked in the Sanctum\\nfriends, the assessable valuation of whose\\ncombined property would not cause a cov-\\netous smile to creep over the face of any of\\nthe Jews cited in the former article. Why,\\nagain Because talent is generous to a\\nfault, and wealth miserly to a degree. So, I\\nsay, there is much in choosing an audience.\\nThe responsible head of a magazine,\\nunless he be a born editor with the mark\\non his brow, takes the same chances in\\nchoosing the matter for each number as\\nthe general does in ordering an attack, or the\\ngambler in picking out his horse at the\\nraces. If he can only make up his mind\\nas to what is timely and what the public\\nappetite demands, he is a success, even if he\\ncannot conjugate amo or if he spells bird\\nwith a u. There are books and books\\nthere are magazines and magazines but only\\nonce in a while is there a book, and once\\nin two whiles a magazine, that holds the\\ngreat roving, restless public eye or touches\\nthe indifferent public heart.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanchmi 95\\nThe Reviewer, I suggest that instead\\nof offering ten thousand dollars for a prize\\nstory, we offer a hundred to any one who\\nwill simply suggest a title for a popu-\\nlar article one for each month. It is\\neasy enough to write what we want is\\nideas.\\nThe Manager, The offer is registered.\\nThe F arson. I have a subject to sub-\\nmit that will sell the required ten thousand\\ncopies. Well-known Paintings in San\\nFrancisco Saloons, with incidentally a de-\\nscription of interiors.*\\nThere was meat for thought in the good\\nParson s remark. After all, man does not\\nlive by bread alone, and for one I wish that\\nthe magazine was as untrammelled as the\\nParson. No one dictates what he shall\\npreach. A few Sundays since he took his\\ntext from Proverbs xxvii. 15, A continual\\ndropping in a very rainy day and a conten-\\ntious woman are alike. The sermon lasted\\nfor half an hour. Not being a woman I", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "96 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ndid not take it to myself, but it was strong,\\nclear, and pointed, and I watched the face\\nof the handsome sister that I was sure it\\nwas aimed at. She is worth a million, and\\nI could not but admire the Parson s hardi-\\nhood. What perfectly lovely talks she\\nsaid, as we passed down the aisle together;\\nand the nicest thing about them is that\\nthey are so poetic and allegorical; I just\\nlove the dear old Parson\\nI looked up into the great rose window\\nthrough which the sun was struggUng, and\\nthought, Should I take that independence\\nand freedom of expression in the Etc we\\nshould lose every advertiser within thirty\\ndays. And yet the Parson, who is so\\npopular that he can say the most awful\\ntruths without exciting a murmur, reviles\\nus for wanting to be popular. The good\\nman does not know it, but it is these very\\ntirades in good English that draw a large\\nclass of his wealthy pewholders. They\\nlike to feel the lash playing about their", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 97\\ntough hides. It is a pleasurable stimulant\\nafter six days of obsequiousness and fawnings\\nfrom their peers. The Parson cannot lay-\\nit on too strong to please them they even\\nuncover their weal points so that he will be\\nsure and see them. They chuckle quietly\\nto themselves as they drop a gold piece on\\nthe plate, but woe to the man that points\\nhis finger.\\nOf course there are things that are only\\nthought even in the Sanctum, and so the\\nParson, not knowing what was going on\\ninside of his colleagues brains, continued\\na little pompously\\nThe Parson, I believe, and I think I\\nlive up to my beliefs, in complete indepen-\\ndence of thought, independence of speech\\nand action. If you run special articles be-\\ncause you think they will pay and not be-\\ncause you know they are good, you lose\\nyour independence.\\nThe Artist, How about the Sunday", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "98 ^s Talked in the Sanctum\\nodors of benzine that have come in with\\nwhite kid gloves Does it show an inde-\\npendence of the male members olfactory-\\nnerves or an independence in dress\\nThe Parson was more than particular\\nabout his dress he was fashionable that\\nis, he would be picked out of a crowd of\\nwell-groomed men as the best-dressed one.\\nHe does not gracefully stand chaffing on\\nthe subject, and maintains that he knows\\nthe difference between the gentleman and the\\ndude. Then he is neat. His laundry is\\nof the snowy whiteness of new linen. He\\nwill not excuse dirt. Dirt is matter out\\nof place, he remarks, as he gazes sorrow-\\ningly at the Occasional Visitor s vest front\\nfor the O. V. is mxighty about the girth,\\nand insists on wearing one white waistcoat\\na week. Madam, said the Parson to his\\nsoprano, who is not noted for spotless cuffs\\nand always asks everybody s opinion regard-\\ning their cleanliness, if there is any doubt\\nupon the subject, they are dirty.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 99\\nThe Parson. I believe in indepen-\\ndence in dress among the Fiji Islanders but\\n1 insist on dependence on dress in San\\nFrancisco. Good clothes force one to be\\nrespectable. They are an outward and\\nvisible sign, not that their owners will re-\\nspect you and your opinions if you will,\\nbut that, at least, they will treat them with\\na certain dignity. The clergyman who goes\\nabout wearing the Occasional Visitor s vest\\n(the O. V. buttoned up his coat with a mo-\\ntion that seemed to imply that he did not\\nrespect the cloth with a coat to match,\\ntrousers that bag at the knees, and laundry\\nthat has been trimmed, may be powerful in\\nprayer, but his influence among his congre-\\ngation will soon become nil. The country\\nparson that borrowed a five-dollar gold piece\\nof his deacon before the service and returned\\nJ it directly after leaving the pulpit had the\\nright idea. A man, no matter how full of\\nthe spirit he may be, cannot talk boldly and\\nconfidently of the rewards of religion with", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "loo As Talked in the Sanctum\\nempty pockets any more than he can con-\\nvince his hearers that religion pays when\\nhabited in old-fashioned, seedy garments.\\nIf my congregation is the best-dressed one\\nin the city, I am proud of the fact, and I\\ntrust that my example has had something\\nto do with it. In any case, I am ready to\\nbelieve that their good clothes on the Sab-\\nbath are, in part, a compliment to me.\\nThe Parson has a mission on the south\\nside of Market. Through it he distributes\\nthe clothes that his well-dressed congregation\\nhave deemed too shiny at the elbows or\\ntoo baggy at the knees to meet their pas-\\ntor*s critical glance. Last Christmas a wagon\\nload of such garments went into the homes\\nof the poor from its doors. One of the\\nParson s vestrymen lost a leg at Appomat-\\ntox, and he disdains to wear a cork one.\\nHis trousers lack one leg. After the ser-\\nvices on the Sunday after Christmas an old\\ngray-haired sister arose and announced,\\nMy son John is a thousand times obHged", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum loi\\nto yer, sir, fur the clothes but he says that\\nif the man will send him the cloth for the\\nleg he fergot, he will be able ter come ter\\nchurch next Sunday. Not only the cloth\\nbut a complete suit was sent the sufferer by\\nthe hero of Appomattox, and in time John\\njoined the church.\\nThe Parson, It was the clothes that\\ndid it. It is much easier to win a man s\\nheart when it is covered with a clean, self-\\nrespecting suit of clothes, than when hidden\\naway in the greasy overalls of his week-day\\nlabors. The Contributor wants free baths\\nfor the poor I want to dress them in\\nclothes that make them ashamed to get\\ndirty. Clean hands and clean clothes make\\nclean hearts.\\nThe Poet,\\nThrough tatterM clothes small vices do appear\\nRobes and furr d gowns hide all.\\nThe Parson. Shakspere and our Poet\\nare no doubt exceedingly smart, but I prefer\\nto follow the fashions big sleeves, crino-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "I02 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nlines or hoops, high collars, patent leathers,\\nor willie-boys rather than have our\\nmen and women boycott the tailor and lose\\ntheir ambition to vie with one another on\\ngood clothes and good deeds. You may\\ngo unshaven if you will, but I confess a\\nweakness for the barber*s chair.\\nThe Parson*s talk had its effect, for the\\nOccasional Visitor borrowed two bits of the\\nsermonizer with the published intention\\nof getting a shave and having his clothes\\nbrushed.\\nThe Office Boy, Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "IX\\nTHERE was a circus in town, and its\\ncohorts were gleaming in purple and\\ngold directly beneath the Sanctum windows.\\nA score of horsemen and a half-dozen\\nlancers were in the lead. There was a\\ntroupe of Sitting Bulls and a steam piano.\\nThe Office Boy, from the fire escape,\\ndropped an overripe fig into the lap of\\nthe Queen of Carthage, who was luxuriously\\nidling in a golden chariot. The Queen s\\nCeltic-Ethiopian fan-bearer shook his gaunt-\\nlet at the admiring convoy of small boys\\nwho had dared to laugh. With her sceptre,\\nher Majesty scraped the tropical jam from\\nher regal robes, and the poet composed an\\noriginal sonnet on the spot beginning,\\nUneasy is the head that wears a crown.\\n103", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "I04 ^s Talked in the Sanctum\\nThe accident, however, did not stop the\\nprocession, although it retired the Office\\nBoy, and caused him to miss the elephants.\\nFrom time immemorial the circus has\\ncome to town, to every town, once a year.\\nThe same old-fashioned circus, as change-\\nless as marbles and whooping-cough. The\\nsmall boy always goes, in spite of parents\\nor funds, and the big boy relates the same\\nold story of how he earned his way by\\ncarrying water for the elephants, when, more\\nthan likely, he stole in under the canvas.\\nThe newspapers of the following day con-\\ntain the same familiar pictures of the small\\nboy with bandaged neck who tried to watch\\nthree rings at once, and of the good deacon\\nwho went to teach his grandchildren natural\\nhistory, and never mentioned the girls in\\ntights who rode bareback. Everything is\\njust the same as when the Parson and the\\nContributor were half a century younger.\\nThe Circassian lady and the living skeleton,\\nthe fat woman and the India-rubber man.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 105\\nwere there, and the lion tamer did the\\nidentical tricks that Hon tamers have been\\ndoing since the days of Daniel. Every-\\nbody ate peanuts, and it rained in the after-\\nnoon. The clown was not funny but the\\npeople laughed, felt they had been hum-\\nbugged, vowed never to go again, and\\nwithin a year were false to their oaths; The\\ncalliope struck up The Suwanee River,\\nand the Office Boy disappeared down the\\nstairs with the speed of a California road-\\nrunner.\\nThere are some things that neither philos-\\nophy, reason, nor cold-blooded analysis can\\nstrip of their fascination. Why it is so be-\\nlongs more truly to the realms of philosophy\\nthan the fact itself. There is no mystery in\\nthe side show that we have not explored a\\nhundred times there are no surprises in the\\ncircus ring that are not as ancient as the cir-\\ncus itself; there are no strange animals in the\\ncages, and no one expects them. It is some-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "io6 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nthing else we go to see year after year\\nsomething that is as intangible and illusive\\nas life. And with no two persons is that\\nsomething the same.\\nThere was a fearful din in the great rings\\nbelow. The chariot race was on, and the\\ncharioteers were urging their steeds with\\nwhip and voice. The sawdust was flying,\\nand a clown was chasing and yelling behind\\nthe racers and then scrambling grotesquely\\nunder the ropes as the steeds overtook him.\\nBoys were shouting and children screaming.\\nFor all the world it was the chariot race from\\nBen Hur. But the Contributor noted it\\nnot. There was a dreamy, far-away look in his\\neyes. The circus he saw had only one ring\\nthe tent held but a handful of spectators\\nthere was but one elephant, and the giraffe\\nwas a thing of the sign painter s imagination.\\nIt was the circus he would see as long as he\\nlived the circus of his boyhood.\\nFor weeks all the barns that stood up\\nagainst the wide, dusty, rambling country", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 107\\nroad, the main street in Whitesville, had\\nbeen covered with great flaunting pictures\\nof lovely women, unbridled chargers, and\\nsavage beasts. Envied was the boy whose\\nfather owned one of these barns, for the\\nwonderful advance agent had left behind\\nhim a golden stream of yellow cardboards\\nthat bore the magic legend, Admit One.\\nAdmit One what dreams, what\\nhopes, what worlds it summoned to the\\nmind s eye of each and every urchin\\nThe Parson never pictured Paradise in\\nsuch glorious hues. Could he do so, he\\nwould be the greatest word painter since\\nJohn the Evangelist.\\nThe woods that crowned the fat little hills\\nglowed like a halo in their russets and golds\\nand browns on the morning when the circus\\ncame to town. At five o clock sharp we all\\nstole out of bed and up the winding road\\nthat led over those hills to Spring Mills.\\nThe grass was still wet, while the spider\\nwebs, as big as plates, that had sprung up", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "io8 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nlike mushrooms during the night, shone like\\npale morning moons in the light. The deep\\ndust was warm below a crust of dew, and\\nwe ran our blue toes far into it as we raced.\\nJust above Mr. Chapin s watering-trough a\\nblack, lumbering, swaying mass was coming\\ndown the hill. Clouds of dust hedged it in,\\nand sharp, strange cries came from out the\\ndemi-lights, followed by a string of oaths\\nthat made us catch our several breaths. We\\nscrambled through the fringe of elders and\\nup on the rail fence, as the elephant, with a\\nlittle red-fuzzed being on his back, burst\\nupon our enraptured vision.\\nNo elephant again was ever half as big.\\nWe dared hardly breathe until, from the\\ntops of great boxlike wagons whose sides\\nwere covered with the counterfeit present-\\nment of lions, tigers, and a dozen animals that\\nnever seemed quite real before, some show-\\nmen spied us. Then we gradually gathered\\ncourage and shouted back timid answers to\\ntheir coarse jokes.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 109\\nIt did not strike us then that we were\\nparts of a picture that had never been\\npainted, but will some day. The Circus\\nComing to Town/ as we knew it, would\\nwin the medal for the artist. The dust\\nbegrimed, shopworn elephant, the score of\\ngaudy cages, the draped grand band wagon,\\nthe little company of sleepy riders on spirit-\\nless horses, the cheap chariot trailing igno-\\nminiously behind the baggage van, the\\nheads of the dazzling queens of the ring\\npeeping from between the canvas covers of\\na leather-springed couch, all half revealed\\nin clouds of heavy dust, the brown of the\\nroad, the red of the sumac, the green of\\nfields and the gold of the stubble, the soft blue\\nof the sky, and the wonder-eyed admira-\\ntion of a dozen little country boys in blue\\njeans and chip hats, are but items in the\\nunconscious stage. Far below us was the\\nvalley and the little town one aimless\\nstreet two miles long, with houses and gar-\\ndens and trees on either side, and a district", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "no As Talked in the Sanctum\\nschoolhouse at either end. Cryder Creek\\nwound and twisted and doubled back and\\nforth as though loath to leave the grist mill\\nand the swimming pond.\\nThe chariot race was over. The din sub-\\nsided so that the clang of the cars without\\nwas distinguishable. I pressed the Con-\\ntributor s hand. He looked up with a\\nstart. There was a foolish, happy smile on\\nhis lips.\\nWhere have you been I asked, al-\\nthough I knew.\\nCarrying water for the elephant, he\\nanswered, and we both laughed.\\nThe Poet.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHow sad and bad and mad it was\\nBut then, how it was sweet\\nThe Contributor was passing up and down\\nthe Sanctum in shoes whose creaking testi-\\nfied arrogantly to their newness.\\nThe Contributor, The small boy is a\\nborn hero-worshipper. At ten he falls down", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum iii\\nbefore the lion tamer and the leader of the\\nbrass band. When the circus departs, he\\nstretches a rope from one gnarled apple tree\\nto another and, time and again, comes within\\nan inch of breaking his precious neck in\\nemulating the tight-rope walker. At twelve\\nor fifteen his big brother commands an\\nundivided admiration that Robin Hood\\nnever received such as only Boswell knew\\nhow to bestow. At sixteen or seventeen\\nhe has picked out some national hero and\\nburns to make public speeches and vote for\\nhim when he runs for Governor or Presi-\\ndent. It is fortunate if his hero is worthy\\nof his worship, if no one shatters his\\nidol. It is better that the worshipper\\nshould grow strong and reliant in the fame\\nof the worshipped.\\nThe Reader, The Contributor s senti-\\nmental mood does him credit. The boy is\\nbut father to the man. Call in the Office\\nBoy and find out which one of us he has\\nplaced on a pedestal.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "112 ^s Talked in the Sanctum\\nThe Office Boy, There is a man out-\\nside with a bill for\\nThe Sanctum, Tell him to call around\\nagain after the magazine comes out.\\nThe Office Boy,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (In outer office) All\\ngone out to lunch.\\nMan with Bill This is the seven-\\nteenth time IVe been up here, and I don t\\nintend to come again. See\\nThe Office Boy, No, I don t see.\\nMan with Bill, Don t get fresh,\\nson!\\nThe Office Boy, I won t, if that s what\\nails you.\\nAf^\u00c2\u00ab.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 What s that?\\nThe Office 5^ The Wilson Bill has\\nput a duty on salt.\\nMan, This is no salt bill it s for\\nshoes.\\nThe Office Boy, Snow-shoes\\nMan. Naw, just shoes.\\nThe Office Boy, Oh, just feet shoes.\\nThere s some mistake we all wear boots.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 113\\nThe Reader, That boy needs a lesson\\nor two in hero-worship.\\nThe Contributor. He will do.\\nAnd the good man s shoes were hushed\\nwhile the gentleman with a bill for the same\\nstamped defiantly down the hall.\\nThe Office Boy, Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "T HAVE been making a collection of\\nA letters to the Editor from would-be\\ncontributors/* remarked the Reader as he\\nplaced a big blue R D on the envelope\\nin his hand.\\nThe Parson. I would prefer a collection\\nof scalps. If you intend to make sport of the\\nstruggles of these mute, inglorious Miltons, I\\nmust refuse to be a party to the proceedings/\\nThe Contributor, And yet I under-\\nstand his reverence attended a bull fight at\\nMadrid.\\nThe Artist. But have you heard him\\nlecture on it It is the most realistic thing\\nI have ever listened to. I nearly jumped\\nout of my pew and hurrahed when the mata-\\ndor sprang to the bulFs neck and gave it\\nthe coup de grace. I made up my mind then\\nand there that I would go a thousand miles\\n114", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 115\\nout of my way to see a bull fight as the Par-\\nson saw It.\\nThe Parson. You understand my mo-\\ntive. I tried, in my humble way, to arouse\\nthe indignation of my hearers over the\\ncruelty, ferocity, and inhumanity of this\\nrelic of barbarous ages.\\nThe Artist. You succeeded. Every\\nmember of your congregation would break\\nhis precious neck to see such a show. I do\\nnot forget either that it put three hundred\\ndollars into the treasury of the Guild.\\nThe Contributor. Civilization is only a\\ngarment. It will wear out or slip off once\\nin a while, in spite of the Decalogue, and\\nreveal the savage.\\nThe Reader. Mine has been worn off\\nby such missives as these. Listen, fellow-\\nApaches and matadors\\nDear Editor I feel that I know you. I am\\na constant reader of your fairly well done As\\nTalked in the Sanctum. It has occurred to me\\nthat the magazine might be improved in certain", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "ii6 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ndepartments. Of course you are not in a position\\nto judge as to the merits of your own work be-\\ning on the inside. Now I am willing to show\\nyou clearly how you look to others and write you\\na letter of personal and confidential advice once a\\nmonth, which, if you will strictly follow, will place\\nyour magazine far ahead in every particular of\\nevery magazine published. In addition, I could\\ncreate and edit a department that w^ould make a\\nplace for you in a million hearts. I submit a list\\nof one hundred and twelve brilliant epigrams. I\\nhave seventeen hundred of these ofF-flashes of my\\nbrain that I have jotted down during the last\\ntwenty-eight years. I claim no originality for them,\\nalthough they are original. They came to me as\\nI slept, walked, and ate. They are thunderbolts\\nand lightning strokes, world thoughts of which I\\nam the humble vehicle. I am willing to share\\nwith you the fame they will bring me. Kindly\\nremit the first fifty dollars as soon as possible, so\\nthat my mind can be free from petty cares to enter\\nyour service wholly.\\nP. S. The epigrams might be illustrated.\\nThe Epigrams\\nA new wagon is better than a broken one.\\nA maiden that has never loved does not know\\nwhat love means.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 1 1 7\\nIt is dangerous to ride an unbroken mustang.\\nLife is a mystery.\\nIt is better to be than not to be.\\nEtc., etc., etc., etc\\nAs no one ventured a remark on this first\\nof the Reader*s collection, the conversation\\nlagged. Such missives were too common to\\nexcite comment. There is no better oppor-\\ntunity for the study of human nature than\\nthe relations between editor and contributor.\\nIt is difficult to find a word or phrase to\\ndescribe it. It is seldom quite friendship,\\nnever open war, possibly a sort of veiled\\nhostility. The standpoint of the editor,\\nwho is the purchaser, and the contributor,\\nwho is the vender, are so widely different\\nthat it is beyond all reason to expect them\\never to come together. The farmer brings\\nhis potatoes to market with the hope of sell-\\ning them. If he fails, he holds no local\\ndemand for the potatoes, and sends them\\nelsewhere. The merchant might buy out\\nof sentiment, but no one expects it. Be-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "1 1 8 As Talked in the Sanctmn\\ncause he has purchased other potatoes is\\nnot a sign of partiaHty. In a great measure\\nthe case is a parallel one. An editor seldom\\nbuys manuscript for sentimental reasons,\\nalthough he continually has appeals like\\nthis\\nI send you the enclosed poems. They are\\noriginal, though you ^nay not think so, because they\\nare so much like Milton s. I hope you will be\\nable to pay what they are worth, for I am a poor\\nwidow, and if I do not get enough to live on from\\nmy poetry, I shall have to take in washing and\\nthere is so much competition from the Chinese in\\nthat line here in San Pasqual.\\nAnother sad case\\nWill you not accept the enclosed poem on\\nMount Tamalpais.? I need the money. Father\\nfell and broke his leg last March and has not been\\nable to do a stroke of work since. If I could\\nafford to pay for a doctor to come up from Marys-\\nville, every one tells us Father would get well.\\nWill you not help me by taking this poem It\\nis my first poem, although I am very clever at\\njingles.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum iig\\nAlas, there was more poetry on hand in\\nthe office than could be used for two years.\\nTwo poems a sonnet and a quatrain\\nhad been published on Mount Tamalpais\\nwithin twelve months and, lastly, the poems\\noffered were of the Little Ella Lee\\nvariety. No doubt the people at Crayon\\nGulch and San Pasqual held indignation\\nmeetings when the poems came back. Yet\\nthey would have written us down tender-\\nfeet if we paid one dollar for a hundred\\npounds of rotten potatoes.\\nIf you will send me what you consider the\\nenclosed story worth, I will donate it toward\\nbuilding the church. We are having a hard\\nstruggle to keep our little light burning here at\\nDogtown, and I am devoting my pen to the ser-\\nvice of the Lord.\\nShe might have devoted the postage\\nstamps she used on her lucubrations.\\nThen comes the youth who wants glory,\\nwho has talent, or thinks he has, which\\namounts to the same thing. He tells you", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "I20 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ngrandly not to let the price stand in the\\nway. He appeals to your own first steps\\nand early struggles to obtain a literary foot-\\ning he complains of the injustice of other\\neditors, and insinuatingly remarks that the\\neditor of the Esparto Chronicle has spoken\\nvery highly of your good judgment and\\ngeneral kindness.\\nYou admire the refreshing ingenuousness\\nof the supplicant, and wish him well. Some\\nday he may have one of his bright stories\\naccepted, and then he will be shocked to\\ndiscover that people do not point him out\\non the street, or whisper as he passes,\\nThere goes the author of A Living\\nSacrifice. It will take him years to for-\\ngive the Sanctum for refusing his first manu-\\nscript, and his unspoken prayer will be to\\nbecome so famous that he will be able\\nhaughtily to refuse our timid request for\\nsomething from his pen.\\nA letter came in the mail to-day which\\nbriefly said", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 121\\nDear Sir You will no doubt be delighted\\nto hear that my essay on Walt Whitman, which\\nyou refused, was accepted by the Atlantic^\\nIt was sarcastic in tone, but the writer\\nlittle suspected that we were honestly pleased\\nwith her success. Had her essay been on\\nJoaquin Miller and as well written, it would\\nhave been gladly welcomed. Walt Whit-\\nman does not belong to our field.\\nBut the most senseless of all the knockers\\nat the Sanctum door is the one who devotes\\na long letter to fulsome praise of the accom-\\npanying manuscript. You will notice, a\\nfull-grown man with an M.D. after his\\nnames writes, how strongly I have drawn\\nthe character of Lyda. She seems almost\\nto speak, and her actions and words are so\\nperfect that she commands the admiration\\nand homage of the reader from the first.\\nI consider the pathos of the last chapter\\nequal to Dickens, and you will find the\\nhumor irresistible. Another Although I\\nam a frequent and a valued contributor to", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "122 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nEastern periodicals, I have decided to favor\\nmy own magazine with one of my best\\nefforts. It is useless to multiply examples,\\nor to speak of the literary bore who always\\ninsists on seeing the editor personally.\\nNecessarily, the editor stands on the defen-\\nsive. He has a hundred pages, more or\\nless, to fill monthly with subjects that he\\nfeels will interest the widest class of readers.\\nIf he allows his sympathies to warp his\\njudgment, he hears from it through the busi-\\nness ofBce. He is not in the kindergarten\\nbusiness, neither is it customary for him to\\naccept fees for advice. But the question is\\nas old as Mount Diablo, and will exist when\\nthe last trump is sounded.\\nThe Contributor. We were speaking\\nabout Cleveland s Venezuela Message, and,\\nif I remember rightly, we agreed to support\\nthe Executive even to the point of asking\\nfor colonels commissions. If nothing better\\ncomes of the patriotic wave that has swept", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 123\\nover the country, I, for one, hope that it will\\ngive Congress something to do other than\\nrevive the tariff discussion. The McKinley\\nand Wilson Bill agitations, regardless of the\\nindividual merits of either bill, brought mis-\\nery enough to this country for one decade.\\nSupposedly, a protective tariff is for the pro-\\ntection of home industries and not for the\\ncollection of revenue. If Horace Greeley\\nwere at the head of the Tribune^ he would not\\nurge, as its editor now does, the restoration\\nof a former tariff schedule. Neither would\\nhe maintain that the way to raise a national\\nrevenue is to clap on higher duties. I am\\nin favor of protection of home industries,\\nbut I am not in favor of protection for reve-\\nnue only. This talk of revenue in connec-\\ntion with protection is disgusting. Plunge\\nthis country into six months of tariff discus-\\nsions, and the loss of revenue from closed\\nfactories, business uncertainty, and destruc-\\ntion of confidence would be a hundred times\\nmore than any tariff could bring in twice the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "124 Talked in the Sanctum\\ntime. The income of the government de-\\npends on the stability of trade and the\\npermanence of fiscal laws. As a whole,\\nleave the tariff alone. If it is found advisa-\\nble and in line with the public needs to place\\na higher duty on any one thing, well and\\ngood but simply because wool, or steel,\\nneeds more protection, it does not follow\\nthat ink and chewing gum do.\\nThe Parson. It is to be hoped for the\\nContributor s sake that there will be no tariff\\non chewing gum. But I must confess that\\nI am not so much interested in what Con-\\ngress might do as in what Congress ought\\nto do. I believe that the President s action\\nwill save Venezuela s territory to herself, but\\nwho will raise a finger to save the lives and\\nhonor of the native Christians in Turkey\\nWe complacently read of the massacre of\\nSt. Bartholomew and say that such things\\nare impossible in this century. The horrors\\nof the legalized murders and ravishments\\nthat are taking place day after day in Armenia,", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 125\\nright under the eyes of Christian Europe and\\nAmerica, dwarf the most lurid accounts of\\nthe persecutions of the Huguenots. Do you\\nthink if I were President of this country,\\nor Queen of Great Britain, that I would sit\\nstill and allow a weak, dissolute Turk to\\nperpetrate such a crime of the century\\nNot I and I am a man of peace. Sooner\\nor later the unspeakable Turk has got to be\\nbrought to his senses. And the nation that\\nundertakes the role of master will win the\\nplaudits of history. We deprecate war be-\\ntween the two great branches of the Anglo-\\nSaxon race, and boast that England and\\nAmerica, hand in hand, are the great Chris-\\ntianizing power of the century. The fear\\nof the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.*\\nA good, honest broadside will instil the holy\\nfear in the heart of the Father of the Faith-\\nful, and do more for the cause of Christianity\\nthan all the commissions, or state papers,\\nsince the time of Nebuchadnezzar. Let us\\nslap the Turk*s cheek and, if he turns the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "126 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nother, let us slap that as well. I believe in\\nusing our ironclads where they will build up\\na civilization and not tear it down/*\\nThe Reader. I move that we memori-\\nalize Congress.\\nThe Artist, Or send out fighting par-\\nsons and men-of-war as missionaries.\\nWe are never quite sure when the Parson\\nis in earnest. It was he who made the\\nfamous speech when introducing Dr. Parsons,\\nthe Unitarian divine, to his congregation.\\nI have asked Dr. Parsons to talk to us\\nthis morning, he said; Dr. Parsons does\\nnot believe in damnation, and he thinks we\\nshall all be saved. But we hope and pray\\nfor better things.\\nThe Office Boy.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "TT^j\\nXI\\n^ALKING shop again! and the\\n_ Parson politely screened a yawn as\\nthe Manager of the Subscription Depart-\\nment interrupted himself to look up a batch\\nof letters received from the several district\\nschools of the State in rejoinder to repeated,\\npossibly a little too imperative, invitations to\\nplace our magazine in their school libraries.\\nThe Manager paused, with his hand on\\nthe door: As I am neither a theological\\ntheologue or pedagogical pedagogue, I fail\\nto see how I am in any way responsible tor\\nthe literary pabulum of this thin-skinned\\ncircle.\\nFollowing the lead of the Suisun Vtdette,\\na number of our highly prized exchanges\\nhad felt called upon to chide us editorially\\nfor _ talking shop. The Milpitas Pofu-\\n127", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "128 As Talked in the Sanchun\\nlist remarked sarcastically that we no doubt\\ntalked to conceal our minds.\\nThe Parson, It is an easy charge to\\nmake and one that admits of little argu-\\nment but it occurs to me that the good\\npeople who are most apt to bring it are not,\\nas a general thing, singularly eminent for\\nthe luminosity or cleverness of their own\\nconversations.\\nThe Contributor. As we are talking\\nbehind society s back, let that remark pass\\nas an axiom.\\nThe F arson. So many things suggest\\nthemselves to me in this line that I think,\\ninstead of taking the Manager to task, that\\nI will ally myself with him. A man of\\naffairs spends two-thirds of his life in his\\nshop. Possibly one night in a week he\\naccompanies his wife to the house of a\\nfriend. It is his duty to make himself\\nagreeable to have on his society air. If\\nhe does not, How stupid you were\\nto-night, dear, you never opened your", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 129\\nlips. That horrid Mrs. So-and-So was\\nthere, and I was so anxious to show you\\noff!* Mrs. So-and-So is a famous talker,\\nshe does not talk shop. There is no shop\\non earth that would hold her She talks\\nabout everything. Nothing goes into her\\nbrains that does not come instantly out of\\nher mouth. She interrupts herself, but she\\nnever allows any one else to interrupt her.\\nShe has a strong mannish voice, rather pleas-\\nant, her grammar is good, but her ideas\\nscatter like the seven plagues of Egypt.\\nHer laugh is loud, but infectious. Her\\nstories are bright, yet the best part of them\\nis her own laugh of appreciation. She\\ndoes all the talking for a dinner party of\\nsixteen, and does it gladly. It is only when\\nthe men are left to smoke their cigars that\\nthey are permitted to settle back and enjoy\\nthemselves in talking shop. And yet it is\\nnot shop any more than our Sanctum talks\\nare shop. Last evening we smoked two\\ncigars, for which I received a well-merited", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "130 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nlecture on my way home, while the Banker\\nwas apologizing for Mr. Carlisle s so-called\\npopular bond issue.\\nThe Parsoness said, What in the world\\nwere you talking about, dear, that made you\\nforget the ladies something you are\\nashamed of, I know.\\nWe were discussing bonds, my dear,*\\nI answered humbly.\\nBonds shop, she snapped with\\nmore warmth than I felt the subject justified.\\nAnd what were the ladies talking\\nabout I ventured.\\nMrs. Nob Hill was discussing a per-\\nfectly lovely trousseau that she had made\\nin Paris for Mabel s marriage to Count\\nOh what is his awful name\\nLovelace, I suggested.\\nNo, you know Count, Count Hard-\\nupsy. It was just magnificent. I never\\nreahzed how the time flew until I looked\\nat the clock.\\nAnd then the dear soul forgot all about", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 131\\nher grievance and talked the most delight-\\nful dressmaker s shop all the way home.\\nShe even neglected to remark that she hoped\\nthe time would come when she could have\\na carriage to go out to full dress affairs in.\\nWe all talk shop, even our own critics\\nand they, worst of all. I listened to the Par-\\nsoness in conversation with one of them.\\nThe Parsoness, Good evening, Mr.\\nNever-Talk-Shop. I am glad to see you\\nhere. It has been some months since we met.*\\nMr, Never-Talk-Shop. Yes. You see\\nI have so little time to myself. I rush dowri^\\nto the office every morning at 8 o clock. I\\nsnatch just time to go up to the Pacific\\nUnion for lunch and then never get home\\nuntil 7. It is awful to work so hard but\\nthen I tell Mrs. N. T. S. that some day I\\nwill drop the office and take a little trip to\\nParis. You know, I commenced in life\\nbefore I was five, blowing the bellows in\\nmy father s blacksmith shop, etc.\\nWhen Mrs. P. said good night to him.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "132 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nhe remarked to me, Mrs. P. and I had such a\\ngood chat while you and Mrs. N. T. S. were\\nover there talking shop. Parsons, you know,\\nare great for talking shop.* And he then\\nlaughed until his plate became loose.\\nCaesar s Commentaries are an example\\nof shop talked to some purpose. I am\\nsorry that Alexander, Hannibal, and Shak-\\nspere, and the Witch of Endor, did not talk\\nmore shop. The world would have been\\nwiser, and many of the dark corners in his-\\ntory would have been lighted up.\\nThe Reviewer. Our creditors have an\\nembarrassing manner of talking shop.\\nThe Artist. Vive le Magasin. Call in\\nthe Subscription Manager.\\nThe Subscription Manager. Not if the\\nArtist is going to take such a mean advan-\\ntage of our Sister Republic.\\nThe Artist. I never originated a pun\\nknowingly in my life. A pun always sur-\\nprises me, whether I am parent of it or the\\nReader but it never amuses.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 133\\nThe Reader. My pun can go a step\\nfarther in descent, for each of them is a-\\nparent.**\\nThere are thirty-two hundred schools in\\nthe State of California. The State is gen-\\nerous with its money, and allows each dis-\\ntrict to have a library. This magazine has\\nasked the fifty-seven counties to indorse it\\nas worthy of a place in these libraries. All\\nbut three have complied. Following up\\nthis indorsement it has mailed return pos-\\ntal cards to the several District School\\nClerks, requesting them to subscribe. The\\nSubscription Manager sent out eight sets\\nof these cards, and then, not securing all\\nthe schools, he determined that he would at\\nleast get a reply from the unresponsive ones\\nhe decided on a bold stroke and composed\\na card as follows\\nDear Friend This is the ninth time we\\nhave written you. We are going to write nine\\ntimes more if necessary. We are all Californians,", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "134 Talked in the Sanctum\\nworking for the best interests of the State. We\\nhave been on the Coast twenty-seven years. How\\nlong have you It is not asking much of your\\nrich district to take the only magazine on the\\nCoast. Will you subscribe If not, will you\\nwrite us If not, why not shake hands\\nIt brought either a subscription or a reply\\nfrom nearly every district. For the benefit\\nof the Sanctum he had preserved a choice\\narray of these answers.\\nSelections done into EngHsh by the Sub-\\nscription Manager\\nWe do not want your magazine. We\\nhave been in the State long enough to know\\nour business.\\nWhen I become so bereft of common\\nsense that I cannot attend to my own busi-\\nness, you will be the first man I will call on.\\nSend ninety cards if you like. Been on the\\nCoast long enough to be your grandfather.\\nShake.\\nThis is nine times I have told you, No.**\\nWe are renting an organ and thinking", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sancfmn 135\\nof buying it. I have been here nine years and\\nused to get four and five cents for raisins,\\nbut now get but one and a half per pound.\\nHow long do you think I can stand it\\nYour persistency is as sweet as a day in\\nJune.\\nYou will have to write ten times to\\nraise our funds.\\nHave been in California four and a\\nhalf years, from Michigan, near St. Joseph.\\nNine times is enough. No more.\\nYou are on the Coast twenty-seven years\\nBorn here, of course native sons I am\\ntwenty-two years on the Coast, a Californian\\nby choice, not by chance. When you talk\\nof our rich district, you are informed\\ncorrectly. We have, as a library and appa-\\nratus, one map and a dictionary.\\nHave been on the Coast long enough\\nto become acclimated twenty years. Too\\nmany good things are superfluous.\\nDon t trouble yourselves any more on\\nmy account. No more at present.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "136 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nYour favors remind me of the old song\\nentitled Ninety and Nine/ Shake\\nYou have written nine times, and as\\nyou are an old Californian we cannot doubt\\nyou for we are one of them, having landed\\nin Sacramento County on Christmas Day,\\n1853, on the hurricane deck of an ox cart,\\nand in consequence can go you a few better\\non the old part. We are still young and\\ntruthful, having rubbed all that other part\\noff against nuggets that we have not been\\nfortunate enough to get our honest clutches\\non. Shake\\nAlways write on postals with paid\\nreply to insure prompt attention.\\nNo, we will not be offended if you\\ncontinue to write until you secure our\\nsubscription. If you start on the job, I\\nadvise you to provide yourself with paper\\nby the ream, pens by the gross, and ink\\nby the barrel.\\nThe longest of the replies, but one of\\nseveral received from the same trustee, is", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 137\\nso good that I venture to print it, untrans-\\nlated.\\nYours, in which you still urge the\\ntrustees of this school district to subscribe\\nfor your magazine, and also express a desire\\nto further continue the correspondence on\\nthe subject, is received. In reply I have\\nto say I am heartily in sympathy, and am\\neagerly anxious to continue a correspond-\\nence that cannot fail to be interesting and\\ninstructive. I have got a new style of\\npen, wholly glass its point is fairly tingling\\nwith eagerness to jot down the ideas that\\nare throbbing in my brain on that subject.\\nYou are evidently laboring under a mis-\\napprehension of the condition of affairs in\\nthis school when you refer to us as strug-\\ngling along without your magazine in our\\nschool library. My dear Sirs, let me inform\\nyou that we are not struggling along; we\\nare gliding along on the smooth and placid\\nsurface of a prosperity that may be described\\nas follows the trustees are doing their duty", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "138 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nto the best of their ability, guided by a fair\\namount of intelligence. Our teachers, two\\nyoung ladies, are efficient in industry and\\nability in fact, they are gems, physically,\\nsocially, intellectually, and professionally.\\nOur pupils are bright, healthy, and studi-\\nous. The patrons of the school are happy\\nand contented, believing the education of\\ntheir offspring is being attended to honestly,\\nintelligently, and well. This is the condition\\nof affairs in this school.\\nNow hold down your ear I want to\\nwhisper to you the main reason why we\\ndo not take your magazine. There are so\\nmany attractive features about it that we\\nare sure the pupils would be so fascinated\\nwith it that they would neglect their studies.\\nThose attractive features would also tend\\nto distract the teachers* attention from their\\nduties.\\nAll the trustees would like to take your\\nmagazine, but we have only time from our\\nfarm duties (we are all farmers) to read the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 139\\nnews in one of the great San Francisco\\ndailies and our Bible. If we could take the\\ntime to read your magazine, we are not really\\nfinancially able to subscribe for it. This\\nfinancial embarrassment, we hope, is only\\ntemporary. It was brought about partly\\nby the foolish tinkering with the govern-\\nment finances by Representatives McKinley\\nand Wilson, and partly by the criminal\\ndemonetization of silver by Senator Sher-\\nman over twelve years ago, and the balance,\\nif anything more were needed, by the silly\\nmisapprehension of the people as to the\\ncorrectness of President Cleveland s action\\nin the matter of the Bond Sales. It has\\nalso been thought that the gold bugs of\\nWall Street, N.Y., had something to do with\\nthe financial pressure, but I think that is a\\nmistake. The gold bugs of New York are,\\nmany of them, members of the church, and\\nall of them good men, and would not do a\\nmean thing like that.\\nStill wishing your magazine bountiful", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "140 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nsuccess, and hoping for further correspond-\\nence, I am\\nP. S. Is your magazine in need of an\\neditor-in-chief or a managing editor If\\nso, I think I know a man who could well\\nfill the bill. He might lack a little in\\ncheek and gall at first, but he is quick to\\ncatch on, and could quickly acquire a suffi-\\nciency of both if installed in the position.\\nThe Reviewer, Cheek, n. The side\\nof the face below the eye on either side.\\nGaul, n. France, anciently so-called.\\nThe Editor refused to join in the laugh,\\nand seemed relieved when the young man\\nwith the spectacles opened the door.\\nThe Office Boy, Proof", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "XII\\nY HAVE been thinking/* remarked the\\nX Contributor, as he carefully dusted the\\nleather cushion of his accustomed chair, that\\nthere are many points in common between\\nwhat we call primeval barbarism and nine-\\nteenth-century civilization.\\nThe Artist rather encouraged the Con-\\ntributor, the Parson, and the Occasional\\nVisitor in their daily monologues. They\\ndid not interfere with his work. But there\\nwere times when they were deemed imperti-\\nnences by the Editor and the Reader.\\nYes remarked the Artist, encourag-\\ningly-\\nYes, echoed the Contributor, his eyes\\nglowing with a big idea.\\nWashington s Birthday fell on Saturday\\nthis year, making two holidays in succession.\\n141", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "142 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nThe Contributor had taken advantage of the\\nsummer-like February days to climb Mount\\nTamalpais.\\nThe Contributor, With Adam and Eve,\\nor with the islanders of the South Seas, life\\nis made up of a series of gorgeous holidays\\nlegal holidays with the banks closed.\\nThe Artist, Pardon me one moment\\nwould you mind raising your arm I\\nwant to get the position of your fingers\\nso. Now, go ahead.\\nThe Poet,\\nIf all the year were playing holidays.\\nTo sport would be as tedious as to work.*\\nThe Contributor, As we emerge from\\nbarbarism, life becomes serious and prosaic,\\nand days set apart for pure enjoyment are\\nunknown. Early Christianity made the\\nSabbath a day of penance and prayer. As\\ncivilization progressed and mankind became\\ngentle, an excuse was found for certain lapses\\nfrom the rigid rules of the fathers. The\\nPuritans would not celebrate their first goodly", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 143\\ncrops and their peace with the Indians with\\nungodly Olympian games. They were not\\nfully civilized. They appointed a day of\\nsolemn, mirthless feasting. It was a holiday,\\nnevertheless. It was a step in the right\\ndirection, one that made Thanksgiving foot-\\nball possible two hundred years later. I\\nthought it all out as I sat on the top of\\nTamaipais and looked through the golden\\nmists across the Golden Gate toward the\\ngreat city that was being glad that George\\nWashington lived, if for no other reason\\nthan that he gave it another holiday.\\nThe Artist, You can lower your arm.\\nThanks. Now turn your head a trifle. I\\nwant to catch the curve of your neck\\ngood.\\nThe Contributor. The fierce heat of\\nAugust and the warm haze of September\\nthat ripened the crop of Puritan corn called\\nforth one holiday the grim, bleak forests of\\nValley Forge and the blood of half-starved\\npatriots at Saratoga and Yorktown gave birth", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "144 Talked in the Sanctum\\nto another. Thanksgiving, Fourth of July,\\nWashington s Birthday, Christmas, New\\nYear, Easter, Labor Day, all marked the\\nadvance of the race toward the millennium,\\nor, if you choose, denote a relapse for a few\\nbrief hours into the life when man lived not\\nby the sweat of his brow.\\nThe Occasional Visitor, You neglect to\\ninclude the Bohemian High Jinks season in\\nthe redwoods. Ah those glorious holidays\\nin Camp Bohemia among the vast red mon-\\narchs, where men become boys, and the banker\\nunbends to his humblest debtor. It would\\nbe well if all men for a little space could ^take\\nto the woods* as we Bohemians do, and know\\nthe delights of getting close to nature and to\\nthe hearts of our fellows. Yet it may be\\npossible that it needs trees three hundred\\nfeet high and eighteen feet in diameter, and\\nmany of them, to house four hundred men\\nfor a fortnight. And such perfect days,\\nwhen streamers of light fresco and enamel\\nthe redwoods leafy roof, or when the fog", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 145\\ncreeps in from the Pacific and fills all the\\nhigher arches with a clinging, fleecy mist\\nlike clouds of incense. Ah me, ah me\\nThe Poet,\\nWho first invented work, and bound the free\\nAnd holiday-rejoicing spirit down\\nThe Contributor, No one ever accused\\nme of being an Anglomaniac, but I would\\nthat we took in exchange for that slice of\\nVenezuela that Britain covets her Bank\\nHolidays, and shut our banks on Easter\\nMonday, Monday in Whitsun week, first\\nMonday in August, Good Friday, and\\nfirst Monday in May. Who would be the\\nloser? Not the laborer, who dons his\\nSunday best, takes his care-worn helpmate\\nand family of half-grown children off the\\nstreets out on the warm sands below the\\nCliflF House, or among the roses and green\\nthings of Golden Gate Park. The sunshine\\nthat never enters their damp, cheerless alley\\nfinds its ways into his heart, and he renews", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "146 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nhis honeymoon and gets in touch with the\\nhunger in his little ones* lives. His work\\nthe next day means something. He has\\nresolved that Tommy and Mary shall have\\nmore holidays than have fallen to his bare\\nlot. Not the Banker, who discovers that\\nthere is other music in Hfe that is as sweet\\nto his ears as the music of the gold that\\npours over his counter.\\nThe Parson agrees that the Sabbath is\\na day of rest, pure and simple, and not a\\nday of self-mortification. I have had two\\nglorious holidays, Washington s Birthday\\nand Sunday. I thank the Bible and the\\nstatute book for them, and now I am ready\\nand willing to go to work.\\nThe Reader, Then, if the Artist has\\nfinished with your neck, possibly you would\\nnot object to holding copy for an hour\\nor so.\\nThe Contributor ignored the invitation,\\nand we fell to thinking of the holidays of\\nlong ago of the chain of fadeless Satur-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 147\\ndays that began with our first pants and\\nended on the very threshold of manhood.\\nIt is too bad that the Saturday holiday\\ncannot go on through life. I am sure the\\nlongevity of the human race would benefit\\nby it. Five days a week are enough for the\\nschools, why should not they be enough\\nfor the banks?\\nPossibly it was the incense of the winter\\noranges that floated into the open window\\nfrom the wagon below that brought back\\nthe perfume of those autumn holidays in\\nblackberrying time. Just for a moment I\\ngrasped the taste of the almost forgotten\\nfruit that grew so luscious among the black-\\nened logs under the scarlet sumachs. We\\nwere small epicures, every one of us. The\\nordinary berries were put in our patent pails,\\nbut the big ones, large as thimbles and\\nsweet and watery as melons, they were\\nour reward. We knew the art of eating\\nthem, little end first, slowly, the lips\\ntightly pressed together, the rich wine, cool", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "148 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nand pure, slipping regretfully down our\\nthroats.\\nThe Contributor s lips trembled reminis-\\ncently as I rehearsed it all.\\nBack and above the grand, paternal home-\\nstead towered the Pinnacle, its dome-\\nshorn trees only protected from sun and\\nrain by a stunted growth of sumach and\\nbeech. Just below its summit, on the\\nfurther side, in a slashing through which\\nthe fire had swept years before, grew the\\nbiggest and sweetest berries in all Inde-\\npendence Township.\\nWe did not start until the morning sun\\nhad absorbed the heavy dews, for our ging-\\nham roundabouts were thin, and our feet\\nbare, and berrying time only lacked a few\\nweeks of nutting time and the frosts.\\nWith shouts and hellos we were up the\\nsteep hill, charging the dozy cattle from\\ntheir nests and warming our blue toes where\\nthey had slept. The little valley, with its", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 149\\nshimmering creek, and Whitesville lay di-\\nrectly below, and Uncle Tob*s mill pond,\\nwhose fringe of willow and beech cast reflec-\\ntions like the scrawls in our Spencerian copy\\nbooks. For a moment we rested to catch\\nour breaths, then to loosen a great moss-\\ncoated bowlder and send it down through\\nlog fence and brush heap into the lawnlike\\nmeadow, to dull some unfortunate s scythe.\\nThe Pinnacle did not quite reach the sky,\\nbut it came nearer to it, as its memory\\nholds, than Diablo or Tamalpais.\\nInto the wild, lonesome patches of wind-\\nfall and fallow we disappeared. The briers\\nreached above our heads, and their gray-\\ngreen thorns found the very spot where our\\ntanned legs left our short pants. There\\nwere paths in and about the ebony black\\nlogs that the cows had followed since the\\ngreat fire when grandfather had singed his\\nhair close to his head in a vain fight to save\\nhis buckwheat in the back lot. They\\nwere mysterious, winding paths, matted", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "150 ^s Talked m the Sanctum\\ndeep with ash-gray leaves, and they led\\ndown toward the sugar-bush. When our\\npails were full, and it was always a sur-\\nprise how they got so, we would follow\\nthe paths. Sometimes I was De Soto, or\\nagain Jack was Hawk Eye. Hist\\nHawk Eye would pause in his tracks with\\nhead lowered and finger raised. A par-\\ntridge was drumming on a log It is a\\nvile Huron Look to your priming.\\nAmong the resinous needles under a\\nblasted pine we ate our noon-day lunch.\\nThe shadow lay close to the foot of the\\npine, so we knew it was time. As we\\nmunched the thick slices of salt-rising bread\\nheavily crusted with shaven maple-sugar,\\nwe built castles in Spain castles of which\\nwe were never to possess the title-deeds, but\\ncastles that were filled with hopes and aspira-\\ntions that had their own silent influence in\\nshaping our young lives. A gray squirrel ran\\ndown the limb of a white birch and marked\\nwith bright, greedy eyes the spot where each\\ncrumb fell.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 151\\nWhen I get to be a man, said Jack,\\nas he softly answered the call of a catbird.\\nSuch was our dreaming. The world has\\nbeen the loser because of the impossibility\\nof his not being able to fulfil that day-\\ndream. Somehow I always picture him as\\nhe would be, and not as he is. It is the\\nholiday free from care or thought\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that\\nbrings out the beauty and best in man.\\nSo the short autumn day passed. The\\nhot sun overhead only made itself known\\nby a few meshlike streamers that reached\\nthe leaves at our feet. Then, as it lost\\nitself below the Pinnacle far down the valley\\nof the Cryder, we followed the lengthening\\nshadows along the mountain side, driving\\nthe cows with us as we went. Our shrill,\\nhappy Whey, Boss, and Coe, Boss,\\nwoke the echoes across the pastures m the\\ndarkening drafts beyond.\\nThe Parson. I feel that I am equal to\\nas many holidays as the law permits but", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "152 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nas a public man I am not allowed to spend\\nthem as I choose. I am willing to have\\nthe Fourth of July set apart as a distinct\\npolitical holiday, with harangues, powder,\\nand brass bands with Union League and\\nIroquois Club banquets at night; with noise\\nand fireworks, but I do object to having\\nevery other legal holiday devoted to the\\nsame object. Why not hold Washington s\\nBirthday sacred to his memory Make it\\nthe school children s holiday, and for once\\nput aside all political antagonisms and class\\nwars. Washington was neither a Repub-\\nlican, Democrat, nor Populist he did not\\nbelong to the A. P. A. s or the Y. M. I. s.\\nHe stands as the greatest moral memory in\\nthe republic, the conscience of the American\\npeople. If we are to have parades, let them\\nbe devoid of Little Red Schoolhouses\\nand rotten egg throwing. Let them be\\nsweet, quiet reminders of the noble Father\\nof the whole country.\\nThe Office Boy had been listening. He", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 153\\ntook off his spectacles and dusted them\\ncarefully.\\nThe Office Boy. Please, sir, my cousin\\nis visiting me from San Luis. May I have\\na holiday to-morrow We want to go to a\\npicnic in the redwoods at Mill Valley.**\\nThe Office Boy s petition was timely, and\\nit was granted without a dissenting voice.\\nThe Office Boy, Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "XIII\\nTHERE are certain pat sayings axioms\\nif you please that are forever staring\\none in the face, meeting you at every cross-\\nroad, looming up like a pillar of fire by\\nnight and a pillar of cloud by day. They\\nare sanctified by age so very, very hoary\\nthat their white hairs command your rever-\\nence outwardly, even while your whole mind\\nand soul revolts. Only personal experience\\nwill convince the scoffer of their honesty.\\nThe Sanctum, from a purely worldly point\\nof view, is not a success. It does not con-\\ntain a rich member. So when one of the\\ndirectors or stockholders in the Company\\nthat is, of the Publishing Company\\nsolemnly assures us that riches do not bring\\nhappiness, we listen respectfully and as re-\\nspectfully doubt him. We are like the\\n154", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "^s Talked in the Sanctum 155\\nScotchman I am not sure but I have\\nused this simile before who was willing\\nto be convinced, but would like to see the\\nman that could convince him.\\nIf a man cannot be happy with the means\\nto supply every bodily, moral, and mental\\nwant then, we maintain, there is something\\nwrong with the man.\\nThere was a romantic little story running\\nthrough the press that Mr. Huntington\\nsaid, as his palatial private car drew up to\\nthe charming station at Santa Rosa, I\\nwould be willing to give up all my millions\\nand be a brakeman on one of my own\\nfreight trains, if I could have my youth and\\neat my lunch from my tin pail on the shady\\nside of this little depot, and watch the red-\\ncheeked, sunny-haired maidens of Santa\\nRosa come out, day after day, to see the\\ntrains pull in.\\nWe all have these fugitive wishes they\\nare idyllic and very creditable, but they are\\nfoolish. It is one thing to be a handsome.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "156 As Talked in the Sa7tctum\\nstrong young brakemen, with a good diges-\\ntion, among a bevy of pretty girls, and\\nquite another thing to be a brakeman, old\\nand crippled from long service.\\nNo doubt the railroad president looks\\nback with pleasure mingled with regret on\\nthe days when he was a brakeman, as Lin-\\ncoln, surrounded with all the cares and\\nanxieties of a great civil war, may have\\nlonged with a genuine longing for the Httle\\ncountry law office in the quiet Illinois town.\\nIt is to be deplored that none of us have\\never had actual experience with riches. We\\nall have our day-dreams, even now, of v/hat\\nwe would do in case we were Hunting-\\nton, Gould, or Vanderbilt how we would\\nmake ourselves happy in making others\\nhappy and we are in a continual state of\\nsurprise that our rich friends do not take\\nkindly to our crafty suggestions. It is so\\neasy for one of them to write his check and\\nmake so many people happy, and at the\\nsame time do so much good, that we are", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 157\\namazed that he does not do it. It is use-\\nless to specify here our wishes but if any\\nof our wealthy readers are in want of our\\nadvice, it is as free as water.\\nA philosopher is simply a person who\\nobserves, draws conclusions, and puts his\\nconclusions down in intelligent form. The\\nParson and the Contributor are not young,\\ntheir minds are stored with more than a half\\ncentury of experiences, but if you listen to\\ntheir genial Sanctum talk day after day, the\\nfollowing thought takes shape\\nHow years of v/ork and struggle and\\ngreat events are forgotten, and certain mo-\\nments and days, that seem of no significance\\nor importance, cling like life itself to the\\nmemory. A commonplace saying, an ordi-\\nnary action, or a trivial happening remains,\\nwhen the memory of things, seemingly of\\nthe greatest moment, fades away.\\nThe Parson never talks of his daring\\ncharge at Antietam, or of the time he\\nperilled his life to rescue a boat load of", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "158 As Talked in the Sanctum\\npicnickers in Raccoon Straits even an\\nold comrade*s praise does not seem to spur\\nhis memory. A campfire story or a boy-\\nhood prank remains as vivid in his mind\\nas the day when it took place.\\nHere is the opportunity for the philoso-\\npher. He asks himself the why of it all.\\nIt is a universal experience. Then there\\nmust be a reason. Was the campfire story\\nor the boyhood prank a turning-point in the\\nParson s career Unknown to him, did it\\nhave some great and lasting influence on his\\nlife Do we not have crises in our lives\\nthat we do not recognize\\nThere is a tide in the affairs of men\\nwill the sage please point out the hour of\\nhigh tide\\nShakspere was no doubt a philosopher,\\nbut he left no chart whereby you or I can\\nrecognize these supreme moments. Conse-\\nquently, as an amateur philosopher, I am\\ninclined to assert that there is something\\nwithin us that recognizes and treasures the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 159\\nmemory of the tide-times of our life, even\\nwhen our reason and senses pass them by.\\nWe entertain many an angel unawares, as\\nwe refuse bread to many a deserving beggar.\\nThe Typewriter, There is a party out\\nhere that will not leave until he sees the\\nEditor. He has discontinued his subscrip-\\ntion and has his reasons for so doing written\\nout. He wishes to read them to some one\\nin authority.\\nThe Reader, Poetry or prose\\nThe Ex-Subscriber, Excuse me, gentle-\\nmen, for intruding on your valuable time\\nand interrupting your puerile drivel, but I\\nwant you to understand that I am one of\\nthe original subscribers to this magazine.\\nI am no chicken, if my hair is long. You\\nmay have seen my letters signed Veritas\\nin the Guinda Populist\\nThe Reader respectfully removed his hat.\\nThe Ex-Subscriber, Do you follow me?\\nGood Now what I pick on is this. You\\ndon t abuse the railroad. You say noth-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "i6o As Talked hi the Sanctum\\ning. You go along as though it was a great\\nand good institution, like the corner grocery\\nand the primary. You take no part in such\\nburning questions of the day as whether the\\nExaminer did or did not sell its protection\\nfor one thousand dollars a month. What\\nwe want up in the country is more vim,\\nand backbone, and personalities. Show up\\nthe iniquities of the rich, and so help the\\npoor. We can live longer and enjoy better\\nhealth if we know that the predatory rich\\nare not sleeping comfortably between their\\ntwo feather ticks. Down with the railroads\\nWhy, sir last Christmas they refused me a\\npass back to my childhood home in Vermont.\\nTo me, who came to this country before rail-\\nroads were thought of! The railroad is a\\ntyrant, and California is the last of the slave\\nStates. Do you hear me Take my name\\noff your books. I am one of the people.\\nThe Manager, Certainly. There is\\nfour years due will you pay now\\nThe Ex-Subscriber.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 V^Y^ Never! Col-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum i6i\\nlect it of Huntington and Crocker. You\\njuggernaut\\nThe Manager, Thanks. We prefer\\nto collect it from your estate after you have\\ntalked yourself to death.\\nThe Contributor. I have long wanted\\nto meet Veritas. Since my boyhood days\\nI have read his scholarly essays on the Want\\nof a New Sewer on M Street/ and An Ap-\\npeal to the Self-respecting Citizens of the\\nEighth Ward. He is catholic in his choice\\nof mediums. The Whitesville News and\\nthe New York Tribune are honored alike\\nwith his brilliant pyrotechnics. His com-\\nmunications to the editor bristle with quota-\\ntions from the orators and poets of the\\nFourth Reader. With Wendell Phillips he\\nexclaims, Revolutions are not made; they\\ncome, and with Daniel Webster, Let our\\nobject be our country, our whole country,\\nand nothing but our country. He is first\\ncousin to Old Subscriber, Taxpayer, Old\\nSettler, Pioneer, 49-er, and Vox Populi.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "1 62 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nHe is a brother of Pro Bono Publico. His\\nrhetoric is as picturesque as his grammar is\\noriginal. He fears neither libel suits nor\\npublic opinion. From the sunny side of\\nthe corner grocery he formulates State con-\\nstitutions and regulates family jars. Veritas\\nis the friend of the poor, excepting his own,\\nand the advocate of the other people^s down-\\ntrodden. He is as old as the printing-press\\nand as fresh as a spring poem. To have\\nmet a modest, self-confessed Veritas is\\nbetter than to have been received by the\\nQueen. Would that the Sanctum group\\ncould make him one of them.\\nThe Manager. I have often thought I\\nwould take up philosophy as a profession,\\nbut I never could make a beginning. Now\\nthere was the time the Contributor, Tim\\nO Brien, and myself salted that little\\nwoman s mine at Smartsville. Our hearts\\nwere all in the right place, but our brains\\nwere in a bog. The Parson was saying that", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 163\\nno good action was ever done that some one\\nwas not the better for it. But, whoever\\nreceived the benefit in this case, I know that\\nthe Contributor suffered, for the laugh the\\nboys had on him beat him for judge in\\nStanislaus County.\\nThe Artist. But he got the title of\\nJudge, if he did lose the office.\\nThe Manager, Talk about trivial things\\nbeing impressed on your memory. I can\\nsee it all as though it happened but yester-\\nday, while I cannot even remember the fee\\nI paid the minister that married me. One\\nhot summer day, back in the fifties, a big,\\nstrapping fellow, with as dainty a bit of a\\nwife as a man ever clapped eyes on, clam-\\nbered out of the old Marysville coach at\\nSmartsville and moved into a little cabin\\nover at the foot of the hill. The very next\\nmorning we saw her sitting in her cabin door\\nwith her big blue eyes swimming with tears.\\nSome of the boys thought the husband had\\nbeen beating her, and were for divorcing", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "164 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nthem then and there. We talked it over all\\nthe forenoon, and in the afternoon the\\nlittle woman walked down to the store and\\nasked the storekeeper where she could stake\\na claim. She was sobbing as if her poor\\nheart would break as she told him her hus-\\nband had been taken with rheumatism and\\ncouldn t move, and that they didn t have\\nany money. She thought she could do a\\nlittle mining alone if she just had a show.\\nWe all tried to give her a little dust, but her\\neyes snapped so they dried up her tears,\\nwhen she thanked us and said she was no\\nbeggar, but could work for a living.\\nShe walked straight out of there and over\\nto the side hill and staked out a claim on\\na piece of ground that was as barren as\\nthe top of Ararat. A man couldn t have\\nfound color there if he had gone clean\\nthrough to China, but she shovelled away\\nwith her soft little hands that blistered\\nalmost as soon as she touched the handle,\\nand then cooled them in the water while she", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 165\\nwashed the dirt. Tim and the rest of us\\nfelt mighty sorry for the. delicate little crea-\\nture, working away so bravely to support\\nherself and her sick husband so it was\\nthe Contributor who thought it all out\\nwe slipped around that night and salted her\\nclaim pretty heavy. The next morning we\\nall sat in front of the saloon and watched her\\nwork out her first pan of dust. It netted\\nsomewhere about two hundred dollars in\\ncoarse gold, and she felt so good that she\\nfell right down on her knees and thanked\\nthe good Lord. We all kind of choked and\\nwiped our eyes, and made a bee line for the\\nbar. The little woman was so happy and\\nworked away so cheerily all that day that\\nthe boys couldn t help giving her claim\\nanother salting.\\nThe husband, a nice, patient kind of a\\nchap, kept sick for weeks, his noble little\\nwife kept digging and working away, and\\nthe Contributor and the rest of us kept salt-\\ning her claim, for we couldn t bear to think", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "1 66 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nof her disappointment if we should let it\\npeter out. Our own claims weren t paying\\nany too well, the water was slow, and what\\nwith standing around and watching her all\\nday, we made so little that it wasn t very\\nlong before she had pretty nearly all the dust\\nin camp. Finally, when she found her claim\\nwasn t paying and her husband was better,\\nshe decided to take her departure. We were\\nall mighty sorry to see her go for she was\\na bright, cheery little creature, and as pretty\\nas a picture. The sight of her made us all\\nkind of religious, and the Contributor had\\ncollected somewhere in the neighborhood of\\ntwo hundred dollars for a church. But with\\nher went our yearning after a parson, and by\\na standing vote we made her a present of the\\nwhole collection. During the election it was\\ntold that the Contributor surreptitiously\\nadded his diamond stud.\\nThe Contributor, Regarding which my\\nmemory fails me.\\nThe Manager, Our divinity*s husband", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 167\\ntook sick again at Rough and Ready, and\\nthe boys there salted her claim until she\\nbroke the camp. He took sick again at\\nBoston Ravine, and then over again at Selby\\nFlat, and I think he carried that rheumatism\\ninto every camp in the State and all the\\ngold dust out\\nThe Contributor, Isn t it about time\\nfor the proof\\nThe Office Boy. Yxooir", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "XIV\\nFRANCOIS VILLON^S conceited as-\\nsertion, that good talkers are only\\nfound in Paris, may be true. Still it has\\nbeen remarked that certain members of the\\nSanctum are more than mediocre conversa-\\ntionalists, ornaments to the circle, men\\nof mark. They, the talkers, have absorbed\\nVv^hatever meed of praise comes sanctum-\\nward. If the Parson and the Contributor\\nare pointed out on the street and quoted in\\nthe newspapers, invited to banquets, asked to\\nread papers before learned societies, we feel\\nit is only their due. Instead of showing\\njealousy, we are secretly elated at their favor.\\nEvery member of the circle fills his own\\nmodest niche. The Editor, the Poet, the\\nReader, know that they are just as accom-\\nplished listeners as the Parson is an accom-\\n168", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 169\\nplished talker. The good listener does not\\nhold the exalted place in polite society that\\nthe good talker does but, surely, he is quite\\nas important. A man, we have all agreed,\\nis never a perfect success as a talker unless\\nhe be a listener as well. Not to listen\\nis not merely a want of politeness: it is a\\nmark of disrespect.\\nThe Contributor had been airing his opin-\\nions on the Cuban question. The Reviewer\\nhad an idea, and he struggled to clothe it in\\nimposing verbiage. The Contributor gazed\\nabsently out of the great south window\\ntoward the weather signals on the Mills\\nBuilding. He may have understood before-\\nhand what the Reviewer was trying to ex-\\npress, or he may have had the faculty of\\nlistening while thinking of what he meant to\\nreply, but it was not long before the Reviewer\\nbegan to stutter and stumble. He closed\\nabruptly in the middle of a sentence, his\\nideas disconcerted and his vanity wounded.\\nThe Contributor, without noticing either the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "lyo As Talked in the Sanctum\\nunfinished argument or the broken, feeble\\nfinale, went on with the thread of his ha-\\nrangue as though the Reviewer had not\\nspoken.\\nThe Contributor s oblivious rudeness and\\nthe Reviewer s poorly concealed annoyance\\nsent a smile around the circle.\\nThe Artist. There is no question but\\nthat our Contributor is an accomplished\\nmonologist. Euripides has described him,\\nHe is a talker and needs no questioning\\nbefore he speaks. We all admire the ease\\nand agility with which he skips from the\\ncause of the downtrodden Cubans to Reid s\\npresidential chances. At the same time he\\nis equally interesting on cathode ray, and the\\nSinai Gospels. Yet, if I may be allowed to\\ncriticise at the same moment, I would say\\nthat he shares with all egotists their radi-\\ncal defect polite inattention to the conver-\\nsation of their peers. I want to have this\\nmatter out once for all with the Contributor,\\nfor I have long been a silent suflferer from", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctmn 171\\nhis courteous condescension. It should not\\nbe necessary for me always to call him to\\nearth with a question. He carries his habit\\ntoo far. When he talks, I do more than\\nmerely lend him a semiconscious ear, I give\\nhim freely both my ears and my eyes. I am\\nwilHng to put up with this form of imperti-\\nnence from my Senator, my creditor, or the\\nman of whom I am to ask a favor but from\\nthe circle never! I can imagine only one\\nthing more stupid than a dinner party of\\nbrilliant monologists, a dinner party of\\nlisteners only. As Balzac says, Nothing\\nbrings more profit in the commerce of society\\nthan the small change of attention.\\nThe Contributor, I do not think I can\\nbe accused of being inattentive to the Artist s\\nuncalled-for philippic. I am too old to\\nchange my bad habits, and too proud to be\\nheld up as a horrible example. I am willing,\\nhowever, modestly to confess that for some\\ntime I have been aware that I am a better\\ntalker than listener. If I am a poor listener,", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "172 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nit is because I have never received proper\\nencouragement in my youth. The Art of\\nConversation/ How to Become a Conver-\\nsationalist/ are familiar titles in every library.\\nThe Conversationalist is patted on the back\\nin prose and in verse. If for a moment he\\ngives up his prerogative of being the central\\nfigure, he sinks to the dead level of a bored\\nlistener to some halting speaker*s threadbare\\nplatitudes.\\nThe Poet, I will vouch for the glorifi-\\ncation of the talker in poetry,\\nForm d by thy converse happily to steer\\nFrom grave to gay, from lively to severe,\\nadvised Pope, and Milton testifies,\\n*With thee conversing I forget all time.\\nThe Artist, Still I wish one might say\\nof the Contributor as Sydney Smith said of\\nMacaulay, He has occasional flashes of\\nsilence, that make his conversation perfectly\\ndelightful.\\nThe Typewriter. There is a gentleman", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctmn 173\\nout here that would like to have a short con-\\nversazione with the Artist. He complains\\nthat he had a story in the March number,\\nand that the Artist put flowing Dundrearies\\non his clean-shaven hero.\\nThe Reader. No doubt the whiskers\\nhad plenty of time to grow while the tale was\\nawaiting publication.\\nThe F arson, It seems to me that a read-\\nable article might be written on the genesis\\nof a good listener. Success in life, nine times\\nout of ten, makes a good talker. The suc-\\ncessful man is seldom a listener. The\\nlistener is the courtier; for the poor man\\ncan win more by intelligent attention than\\nby the brilliancy of his conversation. The\\nunsuccessful man who talks well is put down\\nas unpractical, and dismissed with a shrug\\nof the shoulders. His mistake is that he as-\\nsumes that people will listen to ideas without\\na mental inventory of the speaker. The\\nrich man should be respectfully listened to\\nfor what he is and not for what he says.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "174 Talked in the Sanctum\\nRemember this, and many things will be\\nforgiven you, even your failures in life.\\nThe Contributor. The Parson reminds\\nme of the man who for two hours talked\\nsteadily to a deaf man on the Silver Question,\\nand left, remarking that he, the deaf man,\\nwas the most entertaining conversationahst\\nhe ever met.\\nThe Reader, I have run across the\\ntitles of a lot of curious old books of\\nCromwell s time. They rival our modern\\nappellations of The Tinted Venus, The\\nGilded Sin, and The Heavenly Twins.*\\nListen The Christian Sodality or. Catho-\\nlic Hive of Bees, sucking the Honey of the\\nChurches Prayer from the Blossoms of the\\nWorld of God, Blowne out of the Epistles\\nand Gospels of the Divine Service through-\\nout the Yeare, collected by the Puny Bee\\nof All the Hive, not worthy to be named\\notherwise than by these Elements of his\\nName, F. P. Fan to drive away Flies", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 175\\na Theological Treatise on Purgatory. A\\nMost Delectable Sweet Perfumed Nosegay for\\nGod s Saints to Smell at. ^A Reaping-\\nhook^ well tempered, for the Stubborn Ears\\nof the coming Crop or, Biscuit baked in\\nthe Oven of Charity, carefully conserved\\nfor the Chickens of the Church, the\\nSparrows of the Spirit, and the Sv/eet\\nSwallows of Salvation. ^gg^ of Charity^\\nlayed by the Chickens of the Covenant,\\nand boiled with the Water of Divine\\nLove. Take Ye and Eat. Hooks and\\nEyes for Believers Breeches High-heeled\\nShoes for Dwarfs in Holiness. The Spir-\\nitual Mustard Pot, to make the Soul sneeze\\nwith Devotion.\\nThe Artist. No doubt the publica-\\ntions of the aboriginal Salvation Army.\\nThe Reader. As I went through a list\\nof these archaic book captions, the thought\\ncame to me that I might bring some fame\\nto the circle by indicting a bibelot on\\n*The Fashion in Book Titles, How They", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "176 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nChange/ There is a fashion in the nam-\\ning of new books, that is, novels. In\\nThackeray, Dickens, and Levers s day the\\nname of the hero generally gave his name\\nto the volume. Fenimore Cooper, Victor\\nHugo, Dumas, and Walter Scott affected\\ndescriptive titles, while Charles Reade and\\nWilkie ColUns went in for mystery. To-\\nday, the title is more often chosen without\\nregard to anything between covers, like\\nArtemus Ward s celebrated lecture on The\\nBabes in the Wood,* for example, Ships\\nthat Pass in the Night,* or, for pure sensa-\\ntionalism, note An Amazing Marriage,* A\\nSawdust Doll, Two Women and a Fool,*\\nThree Men in a Boat. However, I only\\nintend to outline and patent my idea now.\\nLater who can tell? it may appear in\\nsweet-smelling vellum, heralded by a home-\\nfor-the-feeble-minded poster by Beardsley.\\nIt is thus great thoughts have their birth.**\\nIt is written,** asserted the Contributor,", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 177\\nwith a majestic wave of the hand, that\\nCuba shall be free. Fashions in clothes\\nchange, so they must in governments. The\\npowdered wig, knee breeches, and high\\nred-heeled shoes have gone the way of the\\ndivine right of kings. Debased, broken-\\nspirited servitude is less noisy than ram-\\npant, hot-headed liberty; but as for me I\\nprefer my champagne in my glass to having\\nit well corked and secured in bottles. It\\nmay spoil the table linen at first, but it will\\nsoon settle and be fit to drink. The\\nCubans have served their apprenticeship.\\nFour hundred years of unrequited labor\\npays any debt that may be owing to their\\nprogenitors. It is not for us to criticise\\ntheir nationality or color. They are what\\ntheir protecting Mother Spain has made\\nthem. Their excesses in the struggle for\\nliberty are nothing in comparison to the\\noutrages of the chivalrous officers of the\\nland of Ferdinand and Isabella. I want to\\nsee Cuba free only because I believe it is", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "1 78 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nright that she should be. I do not beheve\\nthat any power on earth has the legal or\\nmoral right to fasten on the necks of a mill-\\nion and a half of human beings the galling\\nyoke of a debt that is monstrous in its size\\nand in its future consequences. Spain is\\nfighting, not because she really cares to hold\\nCuba, but because she wants to compel her\\nto pay to her creditors three hundred mill-\\nion dollars a sum of money ten times the\\nsize of the debt that the great State of Vir-\\nginia has admitted, time and again, that she\\nwas absolutely unable to meet. Spain has\\nsent to Cuba within a year one hundred and\\nforty thousand soldiers. Forty thousand of\\nthem rot in Cuban soil. She is spending\\none million dollars a day. She is cooped\\nup in the city of Havana, and yet she re-\\nfuses to acknowledge that there is a war\\ngoing on on the island. Foreign corre-\\nspondents are refused passes to the front;\\nthey are not permitted on pain of death to\\nvisit the insurgents* camp; and yet the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 179\\nofficial despatches report brilliant Spanish\\nvictories, and claim that the rebels are but\\na handful of bandits. If Captain-General\\nWeyler is such a genius and his troops so\\ninvincible, it is natural that he should want\\nall the world to know it. If there is no\\nwar in Cuba and the Spanish troops are so\\nhumane in their treatment of old men and\\nwomen, why then are the representatives\\nof our great journals forbidden to leave\\nHavana? If all these things are true, Spain\\nhas nothing to fear from American recogni-\\ntion of the so-called belligerents. It is the\\nduty of every civilized power to uphold\\ncivilization. Because England was deaf to\\nthe cries of fifty thousand dying Armenians\\nis no reason why America should close her\\nears and eyes to Spanish atrocities in this\\nhemisphere. I should not care if three-\\nfourths of the Cuban army were blacks in-\\nstead of one-fourth. I would rather see\\nthem free and murdering one another than\\nbeing murdered by the most Christian king-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "i8o ^s Talked in the Sanctum\\ndom of Spain. One or two generations\\nwould teach them the great lessons of free-\\ndom. Let this country formally recognize\\nCuba, and the world will recognize Spain s\\nbankruptcy. It is un-American to wait\\nlonger.\\nThe Office Boy, Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "XV\\n1WAS reading the life of one of the great\\nones of the earth, long since gone before.\\nIt was a simple, honest biography, one that\\nwould not do its subject or its Boswell\\nany serious harm. I would not mention it\\nhere had 1 not been forced to admire, in\\nspite of a wholly uncalled-for prejudice, the\\nmarked, almost brilliant, cleverness displayed\\nin discovering a relationship between the\\ntriumphs of manhood and certain youthful\\ncharacteristics or idiosyncrasies.\\nIt was noted that in this lawyer-politi-\\ncian s youth he successfully organized a\\nboycott on the aged taffy-man who sold\\nsundry home-made sweets on the sunny\\nside of the village court house, who, profit-\\ning by an uncontested monopoly, charged a\\ncent here and there in excess of the prices\\nthat prevailed during the past generation.\\ni8i", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "1 82 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nIt was also a matter of record that in the\\nsubject s tenth year he floored the vil-\\nlage pettifogger in a debate at the district\\nschoolhouse on the question Resolved,\\nthat city life is preferable to country life,\\nand there are numerous instances that go\\nto show that he was of an accumulative turn\\nof mind.\\nThe biographer eagerly deduces the fact\\nthat his hero was simply among men what\\nhe had been among boys a leader. His\\nmind contained a cog here and there that\\nthe ordinary mind lacked. He arrived at\\nconclusions before his fellows had settled\\non premises. In politics and trade, as in\\nchess and fencing, he saw his moves far\\nahead, and while others were experimenting,\\nhe was simply following out a clearly fore-\\nseen policy. I became very much interested\\nin this biographical analysis, and it led to a\\ndiscussion one day in the Sanctum.\\nI do not know that anything worth record-\\ning was said, but some ideas were put into", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 183\\nwords that had previously lived vaguely in\\nthe nebula of uncollected thoughts. One\\nreason why the writer or the orator achieves\\nfame for erudition is, that in his constant\\ndelving for something new to write about\\nor to declaim, he unearths, from the mental\\nchaos of his brain-tunnels, naked truths that\\nonly need a new dress for every one to\\ninstantly recognize familiar saws in un-\\nfamiliar garbs. No one is more surprised\\nat what a drag-net will bring to light in the\\nhuman mind than the owner of the mind\\nhimself.\\nThe Contributor has a pretty little theory,\\nand I think a harmless one, that the Creator\\nis ever busy making minds for earthly bodies.\\nThe minds are mathematical mechanisms\\nthey are not all equal in workmanship or\\nfinish. Some are hurriedly thrown together,\\nothers only half completed, but once in a\\ngeneration a mind perfect in certain lines\\nis created, and then history makes note of\\na Napoleon, a Newton, an Edison. The", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "184 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ntheory is graceful, but it hardly calls for\\nrespect, although the Contributor fortifies\\nit forcibly with examples that prove he has\\ngiven the matter some thought.\\nHe says Stradivarius and Guarnerius\\nmade one perfect violin to ten mediocre\\nones, that the steel workers of Damascus\\nturned out thousands of faulty swords to a\\nscore of imperishable ones but, to the Sanc-\\ntum, all these arguments, more or less inter-\\nesting, proved quite a different thing from\\nwhat they were intended, namely, that the\\nContributor would have made an excellent\\nlawyer. So one s thoughts fly, in spite of\\nall, from the general to the particular, and\\nthe Artist irrelevantly inquired if the talker\\nbelieved in Woman s Suffrage. The Con-\\ntributor ignored the interrogation, and it\\nwas noted that the Artist had been read-\\ning a four-column brevier letter in the Call^\\nsigned by Susan B. Anthony. He turned to\\nthe Parson.\\nThe Parson, I will believe in Woman s", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 185\\nSuffrage and will vote for it when the Par-\\nsoness asks it. I have never denied her\\nanything that it was possible for me to\\ngrant, but until she request it, I do not feel\\ninclined to do for Miss Anthony or Miss\\nShaw what might not please my home.\\nWhen the ladies of this country ask their\\nhusbands to share with them the ballot.\\nWoman s Suffrage will be possible but,\\nuntil that time, no self-respecting husband\\nand father will raise a finger to enhance the\\nnotoriety of a bevy of professional agi-\\ntators.\\nThe Reviewer, Not being a benedict,\\nI, too, will take my marching orders from\\nthe Parson s generalissimo.\\nGranting that there was some reason in\\nthe biographer s argument that the acts of\\nour adolescence foreshadow the career of\\nour mature manhood, I am curious to know\\nhow he would account for and apply to\\nmy own after life my boyhood passion for", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "1 86 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nmaking scrap-books. If It is a sign that I\\npossess the accumulating or saving instinct,\\nI would answer that these are the only things\\nI ever accumulated. If it shows that I was\\ndestined for any particular profession, I would\\nask, why, then, do not fifty per cent of those\\nwho have the scrap-book mania choose the\\nsame profession\\nHowever, it never struck me as curious\\nuntil one day, not long ago, I discovered that\\nI had preserved these old books. Now I\\nwonder at them I have not opened them\\nfor years. Their pot-pourri of gleanings\\nfor the curious, curiosities of literature,\\nwords, facts and phrases, familiar quota-\\ntions, and melange of excerpts have done\\nme no conscious good, and yet I have pre-\\nserved them. The largest of these literary\\ngraveyards I opened. It is an old Agri-\\ncultural Report, and emits a damp, aged\\nodor. It is as full of memories as it is\\nof gleanings. The opening poem reads as\\nfollows:", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 187\\nMary had a little jam\\nShe locked it up to grow\\nAnd everywhere that Mary went\\nThe key was sure to go.\\nShe lost it in the grass one day\\nWhile fleeing from a cow\\nHer brother Johnny picked it up\\nHe is an angel now.\\nBut as if to testify that I was not des-\\ntined to be a poet of passion, the follow-\\ning page contains an editorial from the New\\nYork Sun on the Distracted Condition of\\nFrance, followed by a tabulation of The\\nNation s Dead. Then comes an article\\nthat purports to have appeared in a London\\npaper at the time James G. Blaine visited\\nEngland. It begins\\nThe Rt. Hon. James G. Blaine and wife have\\njust arrived in this city. Mr. Blaine is at present\\ngovernor-general of Maine, a province on the\\nsouthwestern coast of Lake Mississippi. Mr.\\nBlaine is a first cousin of the Rt. Hon. William\\nF. Cody, better known as Buffalo Bill, and is\\nexpected to call upon him to-morrow to formu-^", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "1 88 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nlate governmental plans for action on the reassem-\\nbling of the American Senate, Mr. Cody being a\\nSenator from the province of Key West.\\nMr. Blaine s military title is major-general. He\\ngained it by gallant action on the field at Look-\\nout Mountain, where he commanded the Second\\nChicago Infantry under General Beauregard, etc.\\nThis struck me as eminently funny at the\\ntime. I had then never been in England or\\nlived among English people. I reread and\\ncopied the extract; it strikes me as sadly\\ntrue, that is, the spirit of it. I was discuss-\\ning American and English magazines with\\nan Englishwoman of whose opinion on\\nmatters literary I have the greatest respect.\\nIn a general way I was boasting of the supe-\\nriority of American magazines. Yes, she\\nassented, in that imperturbable, politely pat-\\nronizing way that has become second nature\\nto our English cousins, there is no doubt but\\nthat your Atlantic^ Overland^ and North Amer-\\nican are creditable, but how can you compare\\nthem to our Harper s and Century Neither", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 189\\nwould she believe me when I assured her\\nthat her favorites were the very American\\nmagazines of which I was so proud, although\\nI was sorry to admit that one of them, like\\nmany good Americans, affected English-\\nmade clothes as soon as it touched English\\nsoil. The EngHsh know almost absolutely\\nnothing of our geography. One of our\\nCalifornia girls, who had spent three years\\nin a New York boarding-school, was stay-\\ning with friends in London before returning\\nto her native State.\\nWhere do you live asked a titled\\ncaller.\\nCalifornia, she replied.\\nAh, and went to school in New York.\\nDid you go home every night\\nThe Englishwoman knows those parts of\\nour great country where her relatives are on\\na ranch, and the Englishman those sections\\nwhere his surplus capital is invested. They\\ntalk of Johannesburg, Rajputana, Ottawa,\\nand Penang as though they were but a", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "I go As Talked in the Sanctum\\nstep from London Bridge, but St. Louis,\\nSan Francisco, Buenos Ayres, and Havana\\nare somewhere in that great ^undiscovered\\nStates, and that is enough.\\nI have a friend in the States, remarked\\nan Englishwoman, who was making poHte\\nconversation while we were waiting for the\\ndining-room doors to open. Possibly\\nyou have met him. He lives in let me\\nthink, oh, yes, how stupid, Rio de Janeiro.\\nEnglish geographies and English histories\\nare to blame for this want of neighboring\\nknowledge of our affairs.\\nI could not help reminding an English\\ngovernor who was dilating on Britain s prow-\\ness that the States had twice come off\\nfairly well in wars with his great nation.\\nTwice, he echoed, while a genuine knot\\nof amazement grew between his quiet blue\\neyes. Oh, ah you refer to your Revo-\\nlution and yes, I fancy that Chesapeake\\naffair.\\nI found out later that the Chesapeake", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 191\\naffair, an English naval victory, was all his\\nschool history had taught his nation of the\\nWar of 1812.\\nSince the death of that charming fellow\\nand delightful companion, who was child-\\nhood s poet-laureate Eugene Field the\\nstory of his celebrated encounter with the\\nfamous author of Robert Elsmere at a\\ndinner party in London has become the\\nproperty of the newspapers. When it was\\nrelated to me by one who heard it, it was\\nknown only to the Saints and Sinners.\\nField was placed next to Mrs. Humphry\\nWard, who was the bright, particular star of\\nthe evening. She ignored the modest Ameri-\\ncan until the fifth course then, for the sake of\\nmaking a show of conversation, she turned to\\nhim with the stereotyped English inquiry:\\nMister Mister\\nField, interpolated her auditor.\\nPardon, Mister Field of Chicago, eh?\\nDo you know this Doctor Cronin (of Clan-\\nNa-Gael fame)", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "192 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nCertainly, madam, replied Field, with\\nthe most intelligent expression he could\\nassume, we live in adjoining trees.\\nBut to return to the scrap-book. I find\\nthat I have saved some one s estimate of\\nthe difference between the English poets.\\nChaucer describes men and things as\\nthey are Shakspere, as they would be under\\nthe circumstances supposed Spenser, as we\\nwould wish them to be Milton, as they\\nought to be Byron, as they ought not to\\nbe and Shelley, as they never can be.\\nI often wonder if any one else has ever\\nthought it worth while to preserve the same\\nitems that I have. If so, we are affinities.\\nThese earlier scrap-books are severely\\nimpersonal. They were made up when the\\ncompiler s life had not begun to interest\\nhimself and prior to that interesting period\\nwhen he entered upon the record of his own\\ncomings and goings. At this date it is\\nimpossible to decide what great merit cer-\\ntain receipts of how to make guava jelly", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 193\\nheld for me. I doubt if I had a clear idea\\nof what a guava was. I know I could never\\nhave hoped to see one. Neither can I\\nimagine why I preserved an obituary notice\\nof one G. Henry Snell. It must have been\\nan example of style, for I am sure I never\\nknew any one of the name. However, it\\nis not my intention to hold this old book\\nup to scorn. Scrap-books will continue to\\ngrow and flourish as long as papers are\\npublished and good paste can be made from\\na handful of wheat flour and a cup of cold\\nwater.\\nThe Office Boy, Proof", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "XVI\\nIN reporting the Parson s lecture before\\nthe Young Men s Self-culture Club,\\none of the morning papers charged him with\\nbeing a transcendentalist. How a beardless\\nreporter had discovered such a defect in the\\ngood man s armor, when we of the Sanctum\\nhad known him for generations without ever\\ndetecting it, set us to thinking. Like the\\nfish woman whom Curran called an isos-\\nceles triangle, we were at first carried off\\nour feet. In these decadent times it is not\\npolite to charge a public man in print with\\nbeing an ass, so such specious terms as an\\nisosceles triangle and a transcenden-\\ntalist have become common.\\nThe Contributor was mad. He arose to\\ndefend his absent colleague s character.\\nThe Contributor, It is a disgrace that\\nthere is no protection for a man s good\\n194", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 195\\nname. The Parson a trans trans oh,\\nwell, whatever you call It It is a disgrace\\nHe is no more a transcen thing-a-me-\\nbob than I am, and the Lord knows I\\nnever let one of my notes go to protest.\\nWhat s a trans what do you call it\\nanyway\\nThe Reader. One who believes in\\ntranscendentalism.\\nThe Contributor. That s it. Now,\\nwho dares to defame our Parson Er\\ner What in the name of common sense\\nis this new ism\\nThe Reader. The spiritual cognoscence\\nof psychological irrefragabiiity, connected\\nwith concutient ademption of incolumnient\\nspirituality and etherealized contention of\\nsubsultory concretion.\\nThe Reader put up his guard as though\\nhe expected to be struck. The Contribu-\\ntor s old face fairly glowed. His chair came\\ndown on all four legs, and he grasped the\\nReader s upraised hand.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "196 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nThe Contributor, A thousand thanks.\\nYou have made many things clear to me.\\nI once knew a transcendentalist only we\\ncalled him a fool. He has since gone\\ncrazy, but alack too late, you have discov-\\nered my mistake for me. He lived in New\\nYork, and he figured out that a post-hole\\nfor a fence on Broadway cost, as real estate\\nsold, one hundred dollars. Up in Allegheny\\nCounty, where he was born, good land was\\nworth twenty-five dollars an acre. He con-\\nceived the idea of digging post-holes in Alle-\\ngheny, where they could be had for a song,\\nand shipping them to New York, where a\\ncarload would sell for a small fortune.\\nThe Reviewer. In good Anglo-Saxon,\\nthen, transcendentalism is two holes in a\\nsand-bank a storm washes away the sand-\\nbank without disturbing the holes.\\nThe Reader. I have always noticed\\nthat the people who are forever discussing\\nthese many isms take themselves more\\nseriously than does any one else. They", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 197\\nget hold of a lot of stock words and phrases\\nand build up an article around them, which,\\nwhen torn apart and reduced to good, old-\\nfashioned United States, contains but one\\nsingle everyday idea. Our dictionaries\\ngrow year by year in bulk because of the\\nthankless tasks the compilers undertake in\\nclearing up and making plain a lot of this\\nstilted bosh. When I read that some short-\\nhaired woman is going to lecture on tran-\\nscendentalism or empiricism, I wonder how\\nbig an audience she would draw if she\\nadvertised to speak on The Absurdity of\\nExperience, on the one hand, or The\\nValue of Experience, on the other. In\\nthe case of the Parson, the callow reporter\\nno doubt meant to be complimentary, or, at\\nthe worst, to say that the preacher talked\\nover the heads of his audience. There is\\nnothing more serious in these weak-minded\\nisms than in Curran s isosceles triangle.\\nTo the average man all this vain striving", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "198 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nafter the thingness of the here and the\\nwhichness of the where is supremely laugh-\\nable. It is but just one remove from the\\nmadhouse. A world-renowned theosophist\\ndined with us one night. We were all\\naverage men and women at the table\\nexcept himself, and we were as curious as\\nchildren to know what he knew. The Gen-\\neral, who was something of an Oriental\\nscholar and had been in charge of the\\nBritish-Palestine Exploration Expedition,\\nexpressed his polite though undisguised\\nastonishment at some of the statements\\nmade by our guest. When cornered as to\\nhis authorities, the theosophist at last cited\\ncuneiform inscriptions.\\nBut surely not from any of the cunei-\\nform inscriptions that have been recorded.\\nAnd the old General arose from the table to\\ntake down some ponderous reports.\\nOh, no, not from the Persian or Assyrian\\ninscriptions.\\nWhat, then And the old man re-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 199\\nplaced the tome, his face all alight with the\\nthought that the theosophist had discovered\\nsome unknown people that used the famous\\nwedge-shaped characters.\\nFrom the cuneiform inscriptions of the\\ntemples of the Aztecs, replied the high priest\\nof theosophy, triumphantly.\\nThere was a stillness of death about the\\ntable. The General s face was a study, but\\nour guest was mighty in the double-riveted\\narmor of his own ignorance.\\nTheosophy is all-wise, all-powerful, he\\nwent on.\\nBut is it practical some one timidly\\nsuggested. Can it build a Brooklyn Bridge,\\nor make known the law of repulsion\\nPractical he sneered. What are\\nthe triumphs of the material in the light of\\nthe fact that we know where we came from\\nand where we are going to\\nNothing, we admitted in one voice.\\nAnd do you know\\nI do but I am one of the elect.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "200 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nWe did not embarrass him by asking\\nvulgar questions, we were fearful he would\\nrefer us to the cuneiform inscriptions of the\\nEsquimaux.\\nThe other evening the Parson and I heard\\na female adept in theosophy a Russian\\nCountess lecture on death and what comes\\nafter. She outlined cleverly enough the\\nseven stages through which the soul would\\npass after death. She said that cremation\\nwas the only humane manner of disposing\\nof the earthly body. From the moment the\\nbody was consumed the astral body was re-\\nleased, whereas if ordinary burial took place,\\nthe soul had to remain until the body was\\ndecayed. She proved conclusively that a\\nman who committed suicide did not deliver\\nhimself from his troubles. The soul was\\ncondemned to remain on earth and work\\nout its own salvation. It suffered hunger\\nand thirst and the real temptations of the\\nflesh. It attached itself to weak-minded per-\\nsons who became what are styled mediums,", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "As Talked m the Sanctum 201\\nin order to inhale the aroma of their dinners\\nand participate in the essence of their pleas-\\nures. In payment for these privileges it\\naided the medium in his or her table rap-\\npings and chair knockings. Naturally, the\\nthought took possession of us that the wan-\\ndering, condemned soul showed very bad\\ntaste in its choice of victims. If they wish\\nto smell good dinners, why do they not\\nattach themselves to Chauncey Depew or\\none of a dozen bon vivants that we could\\nname And all the authority our Countess\\ncould give for her remarkable scheme of\\nafter death was two cases recorded by W. T.\\nStead in his Review of Reviews of the sen-\\nsation of two men coming back to life, one\\nof whom was nearly frozen to death and the\\nother nearly drovvned. In our minds, the\\nonly difference between the lecturer and an\\nold inmate of a madhouse who labored\\nunder the agreeable hallucination that she\\nwas Queen Victoria was, that in one case the\\npeople did not smile and in the other they did.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "202 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nThe Reviewer, Her logic was not half\\nas clever, yet fully as absurd, as the verdict\\nof a Mohammedan court of homicide by\\nan intermediate cause/ You remember the\\ncase of the young man of the Island of Cos\\nin the ^gean Sea who was desperately in\\nlove with a girl of Stanchio, and sought to\\nmarry her. His proposals were rejected. In\\nconsequence he took poison. The Turkish\\npolice arrested the father of the obdurate\\nfair one, and tried him for culpable homi-\\ncide. If the accused, argued they, with\\nmuch gravity, had not had a daughter, the\\ndeceased would not have fallen in love con-\\nsequently, he would not have been disap-\\npointed consequently, he would not have\\nswallowed poison consequently, he would\\nnot have died but the accused had a\\ndaughter, the deceased had fallen in love,\\nand so on.* Upon all these counts he was\\ncalled upon to pay the price of the young\\nman s life and this, being fixed at the sum\\nof eighty piasters, was accordingly exacted.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 203\\nThe Occasional Visitor. I have noted\\nthat these clever spirit mediums who can\\nmake chairs and miscellaneous furniture\\ndance a hornpipe, always call in a very\\nmaterial drayman when they want to move\\nthe piano.\\nThe Contributor, That s simple the\\nspirit was willing but the flesh was weak.\\nThe Artist, However absurd the Coun-\\ntess s explanation of the how of a medium s\\npowers, it may be true, nevertheless. You\\nrecollect the Frenchman who asked an Irish\\nmedium to produce the spirit of Voltaire.\\nVoltaire came forth, much to his admirer s\\ndelight. It was Voltaire complete in every\\ndetail. The Frenchman began an animated\\nconversation in their native tongue. The\\nshade did not respond. At last the French-\\nman grew exasperated and turned to the\\nmedium.\\nNot can ze great Voltaire converse\\nOf course he can, yez heathin, if ye\\nwill stop that furrin lingo and talk good", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "204 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nEnglish. Do yez take him for a frog-\\neater\\nIt occurred to me that the medium was\\nrather to be pitied than laughed at. Her\\nsilent partner, the suicide, according to the\\nCountess s theory, had not learned French\\nbefore he took his own life. It was not\\nthe medium s fault that in the spirit lottery\\nshe had not drawn a linguist.\\nThe Poet, It occurs to me that the\\nSanctum has been housed too long in the\\ncity. It has become hypercritical. A season\\nat the summer resorts would put new blood\\nand kindHer feelings into it. For one, I\\ntake the train to-morrow for Castle Crags.\\nI bid you, my good fellow-mystics, good\\nday.\\nAs the Poet passed through the Office\\nBoy s sanctum he was arrested with a de-\\nfiant, Say\\nThere was no help for it and no rescue\\npossible. Well answered the Poet,\\ntentatively.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 205\\nAre you de Editor\\nThe Poet s modest explanation was un-\\nheeded.\\nI brung up a poem here two weeks\\nago on The Cooing Dove/ I want ter\\nknow why it has not been brung out. Fm\\nno tenderfoot, der you see, an if that ere\\npoem don t see light in next month s maga-\\nzine there ll be trouble. You sabe I\\ndon t forget faces, and I ve yourn spotted.\\nYou ll miss about twelve feet of that yellow\\nalfalfa yer so all-fired proud of Now does\\nThe Cooing Dove go, or ain t I no\\npoet\\nThe Poet gave his word that The Coo-\\ning Dove would coo in large pica, and\\nthanked Heaven that he was leaving for\\nCastle Crags. -Whereupon it was at once\\ndeemed best that the Editor should recu-\\nperate at Napa Soda ins tan ter.\\nThe Office Boy. Proof", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "XVII\\nTHE Parson has joined the Sons of the\\nAmerican Revolution.\\nHe was literally driven to it by the Par-\\nsoness, who, now that the children are all\\nsettled away from home, has been hunt-\\ning up her forebears. A month ago the\\nParson knew the names of his father and\\nhis grandfather. Of late, every sheet of\\nloose paper in the office contains a rough\\nsketch of the genealogical tree. He talks\\nof Mindwell who died of spasms in the\\nfourth month of her existence as familiarly\\nas though she were the offspring of one of\\nhis parishioners instead of his great-great-\\ngreat-great-aunt, twice removed. The other\\nday he stopped the machinery of the Sanc-\\ntum while he told us a thrilling tale of how\\nSteadfast was personally thanked by General\\n206", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 207\\nWashington for taking prisoner twenty-four\\nHessians at Monmouth. Steadfast was the\\nparticular ancestor that had the honor of\\nmaking it possible for the Parson to bear on\\nhis lapel the proud insignia of the order of\\nThe Sons of the American Revolution.\\nI think we were all a little jealous of the\\nParson, although we openly joked him on\\nhis weakness for it would seem that the\\nsearch after the elusive Revolutionary great-\\ngreat-grandfather, of whom we have heard\\nmarvellous stories since our cradle days, be-\\ncomes as exciting as a tiger hunt. There is\\nnever any particular trouble in locating your\\ngreat-grandfather or your many times great-\\ngrandfather. You soon discover his birth,\\nmarriage, and death, that he was a select-\\nman, justice, or elder, and a good honest\\nfarmer or tradesman, in and about Colonial\\ntimes; but the heroic ancestor who bore\\narms that the Nation might be free, soon\\nproves as hard to grasp and hold as an eel.\\nThere is no doubt that he fought in the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "2o8 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nConnecticut line. There is no reason to\\nthink that the story of his personally cap-\\nturing twenty-four Hessians has been ex-\\naggerated. You have worshipped many a\\ntime at the shrine of the old flintlock that\\nhe bore at Monmouth, and yet the hard-\\nhearted society will not take you in until\\nyou actually know the letter of his company\\nand the number of his regiment. Our an-\\ncestors do not seem to have had proper\\nappreciation of their duty toward their pos-\\nterity. It is not every man that can become\\nan ancestor. Our Revolutionary fathers, like\\nNapoleon s marshals, should have realized\\nthat they were ancestors, and that, sometime\\nwithin the next two hundred years, a great-\\ngreat-grandchild would wish to date from\\nthem and join the sons or daughters of the\\nRevolution. It was Washington s duty to\\nhave brevetted every private in the Conti-\\nnental Line at least a major, on retirement.\\nIt is a humiliating thing to have to own\\nup that you came down from a private, or", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 209\\neven a sergeant-major. Washington, who\\nthought of so much, should have thought\\nof this. Was he not the Father of his\\nCountry\\nThe Parson s ancestor seems to have been\\nso glad when the war closed that he settled\\nquietly down and never ran for office or\\napplied for a pension. From the day when\\npeace was declared, the family records do\\nnot even make mention of a fight in church\\nover a choir. To the shame of his pos-\\nterity, he did not strive to realize in any\\nway on his Commander s thanks for captur-\\ning the two dozen odd Hessians. An an-\\ncestor who has so little regard for the glory\\nof the family tree does not deserve to have\\na great-great-great-grandchild in the Sons\\nof the American Revolution. The Parson\\nfeels this blot on the escutcheon keenly,\\nalmost as keenly now as the good Parsoness.\\nIt was one of the Occasional Visitor s\\ngrandchildren that solved the question for\\nus the other day. The Parson was fondly", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "2IO As Talked in the Sanctum\\nboasting, in his dear quiet way, of the good\\nblood in his veins. The little fellow listened\\nthoughtfully and respectfully until he heard\\nthe Occasional Visitor acknowledge that he\\ncould not join the Sons then he flew to\\nhis sire s defence.\\nMy grandpa has just as good blood as\\nany one if he can t join the society, and twice\\nas good veins. Haven t you, Grandpa\\nhe finished triumphantly.\\nIt is something to have good veins in\\nthese degenerate days.\\nWhen we came to discussing seriously the\\nParson and his Revolutionary ancestor, after\\nthe good man had departed, we were surprised\\nto discover how much our man of peace and\\ngood-will valued the bloody deeds, and how\\nhe deprecated his later, uneventful life. Not\\nthat we did not all agree with him but it\\ngives one a start to be brought face to face\\nwith the fact that after all these centuries of\\ncultivation and civilization we are nothing\\nbut barbarous war-dogs at heart.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 2 1 1\\nThe Occasional Visitor s Revolutionary\\nancestor was a minister, a godly man who\\nwrote a godly book, and yet, on the genea-\\nlogical tree, he is placed far below the\\nfarmer brother who cultivated a little farm\\non the Indian borderland with a gun in one\\nhand and a plough in the other, and who left\\nthe plough to follow Ethan Allen to Ticon-\\nderoga. The faint odor of dried scalps and\\nthe perfume of gunpowder smother the es-\\nsence of the godly life and the reminiscent\\naroma of musty tomes.\\nThe descendants of the illustrious Ben-\\njamin Franklin need never expect to out-\\nrank the descendants of the savage old\\nwarrior, Ethan Allen, or the obstinate old\\nfighter, Israel Putnam. It is better to have\\nbeen a sergeant-major even, and, single-\\nhanded, to have captured twenty-four Hes-\\nsians, than to have been a Colonial Governor\\nwhile a Colonial Doctor of Divinity is passed\\nover in pitying silence. Four-fifths of the\\nChristian world would rather boast of being", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "212 As Talked in the Sanctum\\na great-great-great-something of Richard the\\nLion-Hearted than of Shakspere.\\nAnd yet all of our Revolutionary an-\\ncestors could not have been fighting farmers.\\nSome of them were soap-boilers, button-\\nmakers, anchor-smiths, and candle-makers.\\nStill, that is never mentioned. The tiller\\nof the soil was of the baronial class, although\\nthe soap-boiler may have been his own\\nbrother and have captured twenty-two more\\nHessians, and run for office after the war.\\nThe Reader. While I am ready to\\ngive up laughing at the once pitied genea-\\nlogical crank, I wish to protest against\\nthe habit my neighbors have of tracing\\nthemselves back to English Barons and\\nFrench Counts. I am willing to concede\\nthat the Mayflower was larger than the Great\\nEastern^ and that the families of Lord Fairfax\\nand Lord Baltimore were the most numer-\\nous on earth but I cannot be expected to\\nbow to the lady next door because she\\ncalmly asserts that, by rights, her father is", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "As Talked m the Sanctum 213\\nthe only true Earl of Tallpuddle, and she\\nshould be known as Lady Maud. The\\nmere fact that my name happens to be\\nHapsburg does not make me, an American\\ncitizen, the Crown Prince of Austria. If\\nI believe in your genealogy back to the\\ntime when your ancestor came over in an\\nemigrant ship, I think I may be excused for\\nsmiling at you when you claim kinship with\\nGeorge III. or Guy Fawkes.\\nThe Artist. I move that the Reader\\nbe excused.\\nThe Reader, Insomuch as I am confess-\\ning and the Artist so freely grants me abso-\\nlution, I feel encouraged to unburden my\\nmind on the subject. There is another class\\nof individuals that tire me. The Editor\\ncomplains that our Revolutionary fathers did\\nnot realize that they were ancestors. To\\nme, that Is the grandest thing about them,\\ntheir glorious unconsciousness. Had\\nthey been posing for history we should still\\nbe a Colony. To the actors, there was", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "214 ^s Talked in the Sanctum\\nnothing picturesque in the crossing of the\\nDelaware. Washington and his Httle band\\nhad no thought of the fame the act would\\nbring them on the front of a fire insurance\\ncalendar. I doubt if the tattered, starving,\\nfrozen veterans at Valley Forge could have\\nbeen more picturesque had they been deliber-\\nately posing, yet the only thought they had\\nof their posterity was to give them all the\\nrights of man. We have grown wiser since,\\nstudying the mistakes of our ancestors, and,\\nto-day, when one of our neighbors achieves\\nriches and is elected to the Senate of the\\nUnited States, he begins to prepare for the\\nadmiration of those that are to follow. He\\ncarefully puts aside his boot-jacks, the coat\\nhe wore when he took the oath of office,\\nthe forks that were used when he had\\nthe President at his table, his manicure\\nset (unused), his shaving-mug, a hat, a\\npocket-book (most interesting), a pipe pre-\\nsented by the convicts of the State Peniten-\\ntiary as a mark of esteem, and a cane made", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 215\\nfrom the wood of his first rocking-chair.\\nHe has his picture painted heroic size, in\\nthe attitude of Henry Clay. He discovers a\\ncoat-of-arms and by it proves, a mere noth-\\ning, that if he chose but he is above all\\nthat he could lay claim to the blood of\\nWarwick, or even Cromwell. He prepares\\nhimself for posterity, and his supreme ego-\\ntism makes him unaware of the sneers and\\nlaughter of his own generation. A dozen\\nbusts of himself adorn the palatial home,\\nwhich he has built for the family castle, and\\nwhich the heirs will sell or present to the\\ncity for a Museum or Art Gallery within a\\nyear after his death. He gives a statue of\\nhimself to the Park Commissioners and\\nanother to some near-by university which\\nhe has endowed. Such is the professional\\nancestor It is unnecessary to name names.\\nYou all know the species. Should it be\\nencouraged\\nThe Artist, It should be. I would\\nnot take all the humor out of life.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "2i6 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nThe Contributor, I am looking forward\\nto the time when genealogy will be studied\\nas a science by the aid of which the irrevoca-\\nble laws of nature in human culture can and\\nwill be as definitely determined as in agri-\\nculture, horticulture, or the raising of live\\nstock. In the perfect genealogy I want every\\nfamily s inherent weaknesses, mental and\\nmoral, physical and intellectual, set down as\\ntruly and as honestly as its strong points.\\nThen it will be an easy matter to determine\\nwhat men have been and what v/e may expect\\nfor the future. If a young man or young\\nwoman has such an open book before him or\\nher, there will be more judicious marriages\\nand less suffering from ignorance. If you\\nwish to unite yourself with a family of brains,\\nyou will not expect anything from a single\\nline of muscle. If it is a Christian family\\nthat you wish to bring into the world, you\\nwill not be aided by a family whose genealogy\\nshows a line of sceptics. Blood tells every\\ntime; only one is apt to mistake blood.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 217\\nThe scholar, the Christian, or the inventor\\nowes more to the blood of his ancestors than\\nto his own efforts. In the introduction of\\nevery genealogy I would have copied the\\nParable of the Sower. Although the seed\\nwas of the same quality and sown by the\\nsame hand, it produced widely different re-\\nsults, some thirty, some sixty, and some an\\nhundred fold and some sprang up to wither\\nawav; and because, while some seeds fell in\\ngood soil, others fell by the wayside and on\\nstony places, so, in our marriages, look for\\nsuccess where there are sound heads, healthy\\nbodies, and honest hearts. Such should be\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009e,y genealogy, even if I failed to get\\ninto the Sons or was forced to admit\\nthat my ancestor was a crippled Colonial\\ncobbler, who stayed quietly at home and\\nsent anonymously every fifth pair of his\\nlaboriously made shoes to the freezing\\nmen at Valley Forge, while the Parson s\\nfighting ancestor was capturing his score\\nof Hessians.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "2i8 ^s Talked in the Sanctum\\nThe Poet. Sublime. That is good\\nenough for the Parson.\\nThe Contributor. I am not jealous of\\nthe Parson. I am glad he belongs to the\\nSons. I believe in knowing who your an-\\ncestors are, even if you must have them\\nmade to order by a second-rate portrait\\npainter. It all stimulates love of country,\\nand makes anarchy and foreign meddling\\nimpossible. Let every man claim that his\\ngreat-great-grandfather captured twenty-four\\nHessians in the Revolution. Whether he\\ndid or not, it will make your children will-\\ning to undertake it some day if the occasion\\never occurs. Selah\\nThe Bookkeeper. There is a German\\nlady out here who wishes to read a two-quire\\nballad to the Editor.\\nThe Office Boy. Proof", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "XVIII\\nT HAVE often wondered/* remarked the\\nA Contributor, why some one has not\\nlaid the charge of plagiarism at my door.\\nThe Reader. There may be reasons\\nthat would never suggest themselves to you.\\nThe Contributor, Indeed! I admit\\nthat I am not what might be called a popu-\\nlar author, but I am a voluminous one and\\na wide reader. Again and again I have\\ncaught myself plagiarizing, sometimes my-\\nself, ofttimes my favorite authors.\\nWithin the year I have read an article\\nin a magazine that I had read not a month\\nbefore in a New York publication. I did\\nnot feel called upon to announce my dis-\\ncovery to the world for the plagiarism was\\nan improvement. I remember writing a\\nstory, one winter. I worked hard over it.\\nI felt inspired. The plot slowly, but surely,", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "220 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ndeveloped. Incidents grew Into scenes, and\\nwhat, at first, seemed to be embryo thoughts,\\ngradually formed themselves into rounded\\nparagraphs. At last, it was finished. I read\\nit aloud to the family. As I read, something\\nabout it all seemed strangely familiar, and as\\nif led by an unseen hand I arose, went to\\nmy library, took down an old scrap-book,\\nand turned to my story with a well-known,\\nbut almost forgotten, author s name signed\\nto it. It was a bitter moment, and the\\nexperience w^as curious. For years I dis-\\ntrusted myself, and even to-day I am always\\nexpecting some one to rise up and demand\\nan explanation and apology.\\nThe Artist. You flatter us.\\nThe Poet. Our Contributor says of\\nhimself as Hawesworth said of Johnson,\\nYou have a memory that would convict\\nany author of plagiarism in any court of\\nliterature in the world.\\nThe plagiarism hunter found plenty of\\nsport in the literature of the last campaign.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 221\\nMoreover, it was wonderful how boldly the\\nprofession was carried on, and how little\\nattention was paid to the revelations of the\\nplagiarism-hunter. A few years ago half the\\nbig New York papers devoted a page a day\\nof parallel column to convict one of our\\nSenators of stealing an oration. It seemed\\nto be a clear case, but the Senator got the\\ncredit of the oration, and the very name of\\nthe original orator is lost. In any case, he\\nimproved upon it, which met all of Byron s\\nrequirements of a plagiarist: A good\\nthought is often far better expressed at\\nsecond-hand than at first utterance. If rich\\nmaterial has fallen into incompetent hands,\\nit would be the height of injustice to debar\\na more skilful artisan from taking possession\\nof it and working it up.\\nThe campaign plagiarist, in the maga-\\nzines and out, works, generally, on the\\nsame model, in an article on some phase\\nof the burning questions of the day he\\ncombines extracts, without credit or quota-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "222 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ntion marks, from speeches, essays, editorials,\\nstatistics, and campaign literature, under one\\nhead, and signs his name to the pot-pourri\\nas the veritable author. He does it skil-\\nfully, therefore he is excused with a smile.\\nAgain, he is within the Byronic definition\\nPlagiarism, to be sure, is branded of old,\\nbut is never criminal except when done\\nin a clumsy way, like steaUng among the\\nSpartans.\\nIn August, 1894, there appeared in our\\nmagazine a story called Kaala, the Flower\\nof Lanai,* rather a pretty bit of Hawaiian\\nfolk-lore. The writer s name was Carey,\\nand his manuscript had been in the Sanctum\\nsince the November previous. On the fol-\\nlowing Sunday, after the appearance of the\\nmagazine, one of the big dailies had a\\nHawaiian tale entitled, Kaala, the Flower\\nof Lanai, reproducing our story without\\neither credit or signature. Very promptly\\nthe magazine called the attention of the\\nnewspaper to the apparent theft, whereupon", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 223\\nthe newspaper demanded an explanation\\nfrom one Hayne, the ambitious author who\\nhad sold it the manuscript. Hayne promptly\\ndenied having seen our August number, and\\nproved beyond argument that his copy\\nhad for several weeks previous been in the\\nnewspaper s possession. The tale was writ-\\nten the preceding January, he claimed, and,\\nlike Carey, he was unable to conceive how\\nhis exact ideas and phrases could possibly\\nhave occurred to any one else. Further, to\\ncomplicate the situation, an ex-United States\\nMinister to Hawaii wrote, referring us to\\nKing Kalakaua^s volume, The Legends\\nand Myths of Hawaii, for the original\\nversion of Kaala. Both the contributors,\\nhowever, denied any knowledge of the exist-\\nence of the book, and a month later a\\nHonolulu paper wrote an editorial denounc-\\ning the editor of this magazine for stealing,\\nbodily, word for word, the story Kaala,\\nfrom its old files, and signing a fictitious\\nname to it.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "224 Talked in the Sanctum\\nAnd that was not the end. A year later\\na well-known Hawaiian gentleman, of good\\nliterary standing, submitted Kaala, the\\nsame old Kaala, even to the punctuation\\nmarks, for the magazine s consideration.\\nIt was not considered. The same arrange-\\nment of gray matter could not have been\\nin all these brains or was it possible\\nOnly the X-ray will ever reveal.\\nTwo years ago there was received in the\\nSanctum a delicious Irish story that was read\\nwith enthusiasm and published with a blare\\nof trumpets. It was out of the ordinary\\nfull of delightful waggish wit and pictu-\\nresque conceits. From the opening sentence\\nit brought a smile to the lips, and left a feel-\\ning of good digestion. At once the writer\\nwas asked to become a regular contributor,\\nbut before his next was received the follow-\\ning letter came to the editor s desk\\nThe paper in the last issue of your magazine\\nentitled Told in the Dog- Watch, by T. J. B.,\\nis a plagiarism. It is taken from page 580 of Bur-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 225\\nton s Cyclopedia of Wit and Humor, published\\nby the Appletons in 1858. Its real title is Darby\\nDoyle s Voyage to Quebec/\\nT. J. B. may have a plausible excuse.\\nYet I think that even he would recognize\\na difference between his methods and Doc-\\ntor Holmes s, who confessed, I have often\\nfelt, after writing a line that pleased me more\\nthan common, that it was not new, and was\\nperhaps not my own. Neither do I think\\nthat even Byron would pat T. J. B. on\\nthe back and remark, as he has done Com-\\nmend me to a pilferer. You may laugh at\\nit as a paradox, but I assure you that the most\\noriginal writers are the greatest thieves.\\nThe Reviewer. I never heard of any\\none plagiarizing the Poet.\\nThe Poet. No one ever plagiarized\\nVirgil.\\nThe Reader. Yet one must get the\\nstraw for his bricks somewhere.\\nSuccessful plagiarism all depends upon\\nthe caliber of the plagiarist. To copy ver-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "226 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nbatim requires no brain, but to draw from\\nHomer and Theocritus, as Virgil did, and\\nleave behind the i^neid requires some-\\nthing more than a lead pencil and white\\npaper. It was Tennyson who spoke of the\\nmasterly plagiarisms of Virgil and Mil-\\nton, and yet his work is a perfect mosaic\\nof gems from almost every writer in ancient\\nand modern times. Of Milton it has been\\nsaid The lilt of old songs was in his ears,\\nthe happy phrases of old poets, the jewels,\\nfive words long, from old treasures. He had\\nthe opulent memory of the profound stu-\\ndent, and these things crowded thickly into\\nhis thought with each new suggestion from\\nwithout. i^sop s fables can be found in\\nthe older Hindoo literature. Goethe never\\nclaimed all the credit for his immortal\\nFaust. What, he asks, would re-\\nmain to me if this art of appropriation\\nwere derogatory to genius Every one\\nof my writings has been furnished to me\\nby a thousand different poems, a thousand", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 227\\ndifferent things. My work is an aggrega-\\ntion of beings taken from the whole of\\nnature; it bears the name of Goethe.\\nIt would have done the soul of Moliere\\ngood if he could have made the same frank\\nconfession regarding Don Juan. Wash-\\nington Irving lifted the Story of the\\nGerman Student/ in the Tales of a Trav-\\neller, from one of Hoffmann s Contes\\nNocturnes, and the very same story was\\nafterward used by Alexandre Dumas the\\nelder, in La Dame au Collier de Velours.\\nGoldsmith s Madame Blaize is a close\\ntranslation of a poem by the Frenchman De\\nla Monnoye. Thackeray s Romance of\\nthe Rhine is nothing more than Dumas s\\nOthon I Archer. Tennyson s Enoch\\nArden was probably modelled on Words-\\nworth s Michael, his In Memoriam\\nwas suggested by Petrarch, his Dream of\\nFair Women by Chaucer, his Godiva\\nby Moultrie, and his Dora by Miss\\nMitford. The debts of Boccaccio, of De la", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "228 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nSalle, of Chaucer, Shakspere, and Moliere\\nto the old French Fabliaux will never be\\ndischarged.\\nOne of the most amusing cases of uncon-\\nscious plagiarism that was tragically comical\\nin its results happened to a once well-known\\nPhiladelphia magazine. Its editor unearthed\\nin a German monthly Edward Everett Hale s\\nMan Without a Country. It struck him\\nas one of the best things of the century, and\\nhe promptly retranslated it back into its\\noriginal English, and published it in the\\nmagazine with a salvo of hurrahs that was\\nheard from Bangor to the Golden Gate.\\nHe and his magazine were laughed into\\ntheir graves by a good-natured republic.\\nThe modern writer is indebted more than\\nhe realizes to the ancients for the most con-\\nventional phrases. On three successive pages\\nof Fielding may be discovered the well-worn\\nexpressions, The eternal fitness of things,\\nDistinction without a difference, and An\\namiable weakness. Sir Walter Scott is", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 229\\ncaught using in St. Ronan s Well, Fat,\\nfair, and forty.\\nThe Bible is full of epigrams and catch-\\nwords that are discovered and rediscovered\\nyearly by every new batch of strictly original\\nliterateurs. There are certain expressions that\\nare always used without quotation marks, and\\nyet not one in a hundred stops to think\\nfrom whence they come for example,\\nIt is not good that the man should be\\nalone, There were giants in those days,\\nIn a green old age, Darkness which\\nmay be felt, The wife of thy bosom,\\nHe kept him as the apple of his eye,\\nQuit yourselves like men, A man after\\nhis own heart, I am escaped with the skin\\nof my teeth, Great men are not always\\nwise. It must be annoying to the author,\\nas it is to the inventor, to stumble on a\\nbrand new idea, and then be informed that\\nit is as old as the Alexandrian Library.\\nThe Contributor, I have often made\\nup my mind, after listening to one of the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "230 As Talked in the Sanctttm\\nParson s sermons, that there is such a thing\\nas being too original.\\nThe Parson. Thank you. I can t say\\nas much for this conversation.\\nThe Bookkeeper. Joaquin Miller wants\\nto know if it is safe for him to come in\\nThe Office Boy. Proof!", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "XIX\\nI KEEP a note-book, not a large one,\\nand in it jot down things that come\\nto me as I read thoughts that I imagine\\nare original. A passage in a novel calls\\nforth an idea that, nine times out of ten,\\nit was never intended to suggest. Of all\\nwriters Balzac, 1 think, is the most fertile\\nin this direction. The Contributor main-\\ntains that Balzac tires him, that he can-\\nnot even keep the thread of the narrative,\\nmuch less go afield for the original gems\\nbut, with me, it is so entirely different that\\nI am inchned to charge the old man with\\nfalling into his dotage. Balzac acts like a\\nstimulant. My mind is never so active as\\nwhen reading Pere Goriot or Eugenie\\nGrander. It seems to grasp every word,\\nto read between the lines, and to look into\\n231", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "232 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nth^ great Frenchman s soul for the thought\\nthat he discarded in weaving the superb\\nfabric. I keep the note-book, as I have\\nfound it impossible to hold and summon\\nup at will the ideas that go dancing before\\nmy eyes.\\nNow the note-book has discovered to me\\nanother phase of my disposition, at which\\nagain, the Contributor pooh-poohs. It is\\nthis after chronicling my thoughts, which,\\nif they come to me while reading Balzac,\\nhave a philosophical twist, I find that it\\nmay be months before I am in the exact\\nmood to take advantage of them. I admit,\\nas I glance them over with a firm intention\\nof using them, that they are not half bad,\\nbut but for some reason I pass them\\nby. It was said of Bob Burdette that he\\ndiscovered his talent as a humorist while\\ntrying to amuse his dying wife so, if you\\ncan appear gay when you are sad, instead\\nof being simply stolid, something has been\\nachieved.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sancttim 233\\nThere are times when you can read any-\\nbook that comes to hand. And there are\\ntimes when you crave for inspiration or ab-\\nsobjtely require a mental stimulant. Then it\\nis that your favorite authors become a bless-\\ning. Whether they be Balzac, Thackeray,\\nDickens, Hugo, Bret Harte, or Haggard,\\nthe result is the same. Champagne has no\\nfascination when you want beer.\\nWith absolute failure, mayhap possible\\npoverty, staring you in the face, it may take\\na great exercise of will power to sit calmly\\ndown to a novel, even by a prime favorite\\nbut it is worth the effort. You think, I\\nwill read and enjoy while I can for the\\ntime may come, at any moment, when I\\ncannot afford the luxury, and the memory\\nof this will be a well-spring of pleasure and\\na solace. Then the power of the book\\nenters into you and drives you to the very\\neffort that surmounts the obstacles that lie\\nin your path. If I must fail, I will fail\\ndoing my best. And then I win. It is", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "234 Talked in the Sanctum\\na surprise that never grows stale. All, even\\nthe Contributor, acknowledge these mental\\nstruggles and self-doubts but only a few\\nrecognize and profit by accepting them.\\nThere is one little plot for a story in my\\nnote-book that I have always intended to\\nwork up. As I remember it, it was a true\\nstory, but when or where its incidents\\noccurred I cannot recollect. Many and\\nmany a time I have paused when I came\\nto it, and remarked that it was a capital plot\\nfor a child s story, and one that would bring\\nthe tears. I have shrunk from the effort\\nof dressing the skeleton for in order to\\nput the proper clothes on it I should have\\nto draw too heavily from my own scant\\nwardrobe. The story was pathetic in the\\nextreme, and in order to make the most of\\nit I realized that I must get teary in its\\nwriting, or my readers would never do so.\\nCharles Warren Stoddard said of the first\\neditor of this magaztne, Once, when he\\nhad taken me to task for a bit of careless", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sancttim 235\\nwork, then under his critical eye, and com-\\nplained of a false number, I thought to turn\\naway wrath by a soft answer; I told him\\nthat I had just met a man Vv^ho had wept\\nover a certain passage in one of his sketches.\\nWell, said Harte, I wept when I\\nwrote it.\\nHere is the outline of my story as I noted\\nit. You will see why I hesitate to bring my-\\nself to the proper pitch, and you will recog-\\nnize the artistic possibilities.\\nUnrequited Devotion\\nLittle boy is cast away in a flood on a timber.\\nHis faithful dog swims out to him, and they are\\ncarried away together.\\nThey live for two days floating down a great\\nriver.\\nThe dog sustains the boy after he is exhausted.\\nThe dog s barking attracts attention.\\nA rescuing party saves the boy, but heartlessly\\nallows the dog to perish.\\nA master might expand the sixty words to\\nthree thousand and make of it a sweet little", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "236 As Talked in the Sanchim\\nclassic that would rank with some of Hans\\nChristian Andersen s and yet the thought\\ncomes up, could he paint a more pathetic\\npicture with all his art than the tender, sym-\\npathetic imagination of any child would\\nweave about this tiny outline the moment\\nhe read it Of course it is this quality of\\nexpressing what one feels that makes the\\nauthor yet, again, would it not take a\\ngreater genius to fill a book v/ith just such\\ntales in miniature than to pad out half a\\ndozen to occupy the same number of pages?\\nIn the one, everything is left to the imag-\\nination in the other, nothing. One is a\\nsong without words, the other a well-studied\\nharmony.\\nSuch a narrative, if I am not unduly con-\\nfident, would bring out powers of descrip-\\ntion in the young mind that would do more\\nfor its proper development than a hundred\\nfairy tales of two syllables.\\nThe Professor. I am ready to admit\\nthat the Editor s story might be used as a", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 237\\ntext for a Saturday afternoon exercise. One\\nor two in a class of thirty would arise to its\\npossibilities the rest would probably suggest\\nwhere the boy could get another dog cheap.\\nThe young mind is full of unconscious\\nhumor, but seldom weighed down with\\nartistic pathos. I gave out as a subject for\\ncomposition, Winter. My school was up\\nnear the snow line, and not one in it had ever\\nexperienced a San Francisco winter, although\\nthey were perfectly familiar with the legends\\nof roses and oranges at Christmas. The\\naverage result of what I obtained would read\\nsomewhat as follows\\nWinter is the coldest season of the year, be-\\ncause it comes in winter mostly. In San Francisco\\nwinter comes in summer and their Christmas and\\nFourth of July gets all kerfuddled. I wish winter\\ncame in summer in this country, for then we could\\ngo skating barefooted and we could snowball with-\\nout getting our fingers cold. It snows more in the\\nwinter than any other season. This is because\\nsnow seeks its own altitude. When it don t, it is\\nnot snow. A wicked boy stole my skates and ran", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "238 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nofF with them, and I couldn t catch him. Ma\\nsays judgment will overtake him. Well, if judg-\\nment does, it will have to be pretty lively in its\\nlegs, for that boy can run bully.\\nThe result of an examination brought a\\nnumber of definitions that would have made\\nBill Nye famous.\\nAnatomy is how to take care of the bones.\\nThe digestive fluids are tea, coffee, rum, beer,\\nand sometimes alcohol.\\nThe pancreatic juice is secreted in the colon.\\nFive important organs of digestion are the\\nheart, chest, liver, brains, and gizzard.\\nCursory The act of cursing.\\nLambrequin A young lamb.\\nPatriotic My Country tis of Thee.\\nWhich goes to prove that truth is funnier\\nthan fiction, remarked the Reader. I\\nstill laugh at the mistakes in pronunciation\\nof the Sunday-school Superintendent of my\\nboyhood, who insisted on calling Artaxerxes\\nArte Texas, and invariably spoke of Joseph\\ngoing down into Egg-pit. Still, the old\\nstyle of pronunciation and spelling is chang-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 239\\ning so rapidly that who knows but that the\\nnext generation will be so pronouncing\\nEgypt. Spelling-books and grammars get\\nold-fashioned almost as rapidly as clothes.\\nWe once placed the accent on the last sylla-\\nble. Now it is quite the thing to put it on\\nthe first. Remember this, if you wish to be\\nconsidered cultivated. I have often thought\\nwhat havoc, say, the President of Harvard\\nmight make with our ever changing language,\\nand what trouble he would cause us plodders,\\nby transferring the accents on half a hundred\\ncommon words. He could do it as easily as\\nsome one changed per-fect -ed to per -fect-ed,\\nCle-o-pa -tra to Cle-op -a-tra, com-par -a-ble\\nto com -par-a-bie, op-po -nent to op -po-nent,\\nin -ter-est-ing to in-ter-est -ing, and dec -or-\\na-tive to de-cor -a-tive.\\nIt is always a grave question whether it\\nis worth while to chronicle the trivial every-\\nday life of the Sanctum, and yet in its way\\nit reflects the doings of a greater world.\\nThere are people that you never would be-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "240 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nlieve could be imposed upon, people of\\njudgment and experience, and yet like our\\nhardy old Contributor they have in their\\ntime trod very near the danger line. It\\nseems that the Contributor had received\\nfrom time to time tempting letters from a\\ncertain New York firm of bankers by the\\nsuggestive name of U. R. Green Co.\\nJudging from these, it would appear that\\nU. R. Green Co. know their business.\\nEverything they touch turns into gold.\\nThey are philanthropists as well as specu-\\nlators, and are willing, for a small sum\\ntwo hundred and fifty dollars down, to\\nshare with their friends this coveted power.\\nIt is never for an instant a question with\\nthem how the cat will jump, nor does it\\nmake any particular difference whether the\\nmarket goes up or down, it goes their way\\nand yours. Twenty per cent per month is\\nwhat they guarantee, although they gracefully\\nintimate that thirty per cent may be expected.\\nIn spite of himself the Contributor fell to", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 241\\nfiguring. In five months his two hundred\\nand fifty dollars would be five hundred dol-\\nlars in ten months, one thousand dollars\\nin fifteen months, two thousand dollars in\\ntwenty months, four thousand dollars and\\nin twenty-five months he would be worth\\neight thousand dollars. Now our Contribu-\\ntor has two hundred and fifty dollars in the\\nsavings bank that is only drawing five per\\ncent a year, and the fever of speculation was\\nupon him. The deposit, however, is pay-\\nable to the order of Mrs. Contributor, and\\na family council revealed the fact that Mrs.\\nC. had for some days been pondering over\\nan advertisement that had been running\\nin The Housewife s Friend^ which read as\\nfollows\\nA Fortune. I have a simple scheme for\\nmaking money rapidly, which I will mail to any\\none on receipt of ten cents. Address I. M. Innit,\\nBanker. Box D, New York.\\nMrs. C. did not wish to risk, two hun-\\ndred and fifty dollars, but was willing to", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "242 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ninvest ten cents for so promising a receipt.\\nAs a compromise, it was agreed to test the\\nadvertisement first, and if it turned out sat-\\nisfactory to look farther into the U. R.\\nGreen Co. s proposals.\\nIn twelve days the following reply came\\nto hand, which was noted rather for its force\\nthan for its eloquence.\\nDear Madam You ask me to tell you\\nhow to make more money rapidly. Fish for\\nsuckers as I do. I. M. Innit.\\nIt would be interesting to know how\\nmany times a month so palpable a fraud\\nentices dimes from a good-natured public.\\nIt would hardly seem possible that any one\\ncould be taken in by it, and yet it must re-\\nquire at least two hundred answers a month\\nto pay for the one-inch ad. in The House-\\nwife s Friend, I remember an ad. that\\nran in all the country papers in Southern\\nNew York, where potato bugs luxuriated,\\nadvising the farmer that for ten cents a\\nreceipt for the absolute extermination of the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 243\\nlittle pest would be sent. Hundreds ac-\\ncepted the invitation, and in reply received\\ntwo small blocks of wood and the following\\nprinted directions\\nCatch the bug and place it on the block\\nmarked A, then press firmly with block B, and\\nthe bug will cease to trouble you.\\nThe Parson, Which reminds me of\\nthe story of the tramp who contracted to\\nkill every rat in a roadside inn for a dinner\\nand a drink. The landlord accepted the\\noffer and paid in advance. When he had\\nfinished his repast, the tramp selected a\\nformidable club, quietly seated himself on\\nthe lawn outside within a circle of admiring\\nvillagers, and said in stentorian tones as he\\nrolled up his shirt sleeves, Now, bring on\\nyour rats\\nWe realized that the kindly Parson had\\nrelated the familiar old tale to cover the\\nContributor s retreat and cut off the Artist s\\njeers.\\nThe Typewriter, A lady wishes to", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "244 Talked in the Sanctum\\nknow if you will give her a year s subscrip-\\ntion for a twenty-verse poem on Suffering\\nCuba\\nThe Office Boy, Proof", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "XX\\nAs children, we told fortunes on the\\nbuttons of our elders coats thus\\nRich man, Poor man. Beggar man, Thief;\\nDoctor, Lawyer, Merchant, Chief.\\nIf we particularly disliked the victim, it\\nwas arranged so the stop would come on\\nBeggar man or Thief. I do not\\nknow who was the inventor of the formula.\\nI wish I did, as the discovery would make\\nboth the unknown author s reputation and\\nmy own. Offhand I will hazard it came\\nfrom the Orient, for there I found that to\\nbe a beggar was as much a profession as to\\nbe a doctor. The Contributor was com-\\nplaining of the very unprofessional conduct\\nof a beggar on Battery Street, who first\\nasked for the price of a drink, pleading that\\nhe was the father of a family, and then\\nA H5", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "246 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ncursed long and deep because of a prof-\\nfered soup ticket. The man was not a pro-\\nfessional, or he would not have so laid\\nhimself open to a charge of conduct un-\\nbecoming a gentleman and a beggar/* A\\nprofessional would have said, Beg your\\npardon, passed over to the other side of\\nthe street, and told his story to the Poet,\\nwhose heart is always open, but whose\\npocket is empty.\\nA beggar must be a reader of character.\\nOn Decoration Day I met one who had\\ntaken the thirty-third degree. The very\\ntones of his voice made me falter, and sent\\nmy hand pocketward. Before he had fin-\\nished his conte I had made up my mind\\nthat not less than four bits would answer.\\nThere was something about him that sug-\\ngested a noble in exile or a great soul beat-\\ning itself to death against unresponsive\\nrocks. Can you blame me, he pleaded,\\nfor begging for the bare necessities, when\\ntwo million bushels of life-giving wheat from", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 247\\nthe golden fields of California were left to\\nthe mercy of the weevil in the elevators of\\nContra Costa, waiting while their millionnaire\\nowners cornered the market What was\\ndestroyed would have saved the famine in\\nIndia or fed the unemployed of the Pacific\\nCoast. Where is the justice But who\\nam I that I should judge my neighbor\\nAmen! said I. And I was glad that\\nfor once my fifty cents were well invested.\\nHowever, I do not believe in beggars, and\\nI will wager that the Contributor was right\\nin refusing to divide his slender salary with\\nthe blackguard who reviled him.\\nOff and on for a month I have noticed\\nan able-bodied man of middle age issue\\nfrom the historic precincts of the What\\nCheer House. He would walk leisurely\\nup Montgomery Street to Market and turn\\nup Market, continuing his stroll as far as\\nthe New City Hall, returning by way of\\nUnion Square, where he would rest and nap\\nin the sun. The regularity and method of", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "248 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nthese strolls, combined with the fact that he\\nfrom time to time paused to speak a civil\\nword to some well-dressed pedestrian, ex-\\ncited my curiosity. A brief investigation\\ndeveloped the fact that the m.an was a beg-\\ngar, and also that he was very successful.\\nTwice I gave him a short bit. One day I\\nmet him in Union Square. The fog was\\nrolling in from Golden Gate, and only here\\nand there a tramp, too drunk to notice the\\nmoisture of the seats, marred the landscape.\\nMy friend was leaning against a tree, deeply\\nintent on some figures in a greasy note-\\nbook. I stopped in front of him and he\\nlooked up, slipping the book into his\\npocket.\\nHow s business? I asked.\\nHe commenced to whine.\\nNever mind your regular story, I inter-\\nrupted, I know it. Answer my questions\\nlike a man, and you may add a dollar to your\\nbank account.\\nAfter a little preliminary skirmishing he", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 249\\nwaxed confidential, and showed a pride in\\nhis profession and an unhallowed joy in his\\nsuccess that was gratifying.\\nI make it a rule/ in the firm, clear\\ntones of a stockbroker, never to walk\\nless than one hundred blocks a day. It\\nkeeps up my muscle, aids digestion, and\\ninsures a good appetite.\\nAnd a thirst,* I commented.\\nAnd a thirst, he went on, unabashed.\\nIt is a very poor block that does not\\naverage two and one-half cents. Two\\nblocks will more often net me ten cents.\\nHe consulted the aforementioned book.\\nYes, the average of the past six months\\nis five dollars a day, that is just five cents a\\nblock. I have been on this beat nearly a\\nyear now, and I have my regular customers.\\nExcuse me a minute.\\nHe passed through the fog to the other\\nside of the street and touched his hat to an\\nelderly acquaintance of mine, who was com-\\ning dov/n the broad steps of the Pacific", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "250 As Talked in the Sanctum\\nUnion Club. In a moment he had returned\\nwith a bright new quarter in his hand.\\nI told him my wife was better to-day,\\nhe said, smiling pleasantly, and that she\\nprayed for him night and day. Well, so\\nlong Your dollar passes the limit to-day\\nand business is over.\\nAbout a week after he was in court\\ncharged with vagrancy. An officer had\\nbeen watching as well as myself. With a\\ngreat show of indignation my old friend\\narose and produced a bag containing four\\ntwenty-dollar gold pieces and enough change\\nto bring the total to eighty-seven dollars.\\nHe was discharged for want of enough direct\\nevidence, but he had an enemy in the hard-\\nhearted officer who made it his business to\\nwatch him. Within another week there\\nwas evidence enough to send him to the\\nworkhouse.\\nThe Reader. Can you blame him\\nFive dollars a day is the wages of a first-\\nclass mechanic. Why should not begging", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 251\\nbecome a profession when people are such\\neasy game. The only thing to do is to\\ncall a policeman every time a fellow solicits\\nalms, and yet if I did such a thing I should\\nbe pointed out on tlie street as a warning to\\nall tender-hearted children.\\nThe Parson, I believe that I have\\ngiven alms where they were deserved but\\nI have never yet been quite sure.\\nThe Artist, For the sake of my profes-\\nsion I trust the Sanctum will not completely\\naboHsh beggars. Who else would supply\\ncolor and life to Italy What would Notre\\nDame or St. Peter s be without them\\nEven the Pyramids and Pompey s Pillar\\nwould lose half their charm, stripped of their\\nbands of backsheesh gatherers. Art must\\ncome to the rescue. The beggar is thrice\\nwelcome to all he gets from me.\\nThe Reviewer. Your cure, then, must\\nbe starvation.\\nThe Parson. I once heard a rather\\ncurious confession from a professional beg-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "252 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ngar, which if true, and I believe it was,\\nopened my eyes to the reckless way in\\nwhich American beggars are made. I had\\nbeen keeping a sidewalk stand for five years,\\nhe said. I worked hard and earned from\\nthree to four dollars a week. On that I\\nlived. One night when I started to go\\nhome by the Mission street-cars I found\\nthat my pocket had been picked. It was\\ntoo far to walk, so I decided to try and\\nborrow a nickel. The first man to whom\\nI told my story gave me a quarter without\\nhesitation. All the way home I thought\\nover it. A quarter was as much as I made\\nclear at my stand many a day. It all ended\\nby my selling out and going to begging,\\nalways telling my first story. I have done\\npretty well since and like the business.\\nThe Reviewer, Charge him to the\\nArtist.\\nThe Occasional Visitor, In reading the\\nresolutions passed by the Board of Council-", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 253\\nmen of Canton, Mississippi, it struck me\\nthat bulls grow fat on the herbage of this\\ncountry as well as on Erin s soil. Listen:\\ni. Resolved^ by this Council, that we\\nbuild a new jail.\\n2. Resolved^ that the new jail be built\\nout of the materials of the old jail.\\n3. Resolved, that the old jail be used till\\nthe new jail is finished.\\nThe Poet, Which is paralleled by Doc-\\ntor Johnson s famous dictum that every\\nmomental inscription should be in Latin\\nfor that, being a dead language, it will\\nalways live.\\nThere must be some remedy for the\\nbeggar, some scheme whereby the profes-\\nsional unemployed can be turned into\\ngood citizens. Joaquin Miller tried it in\\nhis little ranch on the Heights, but failed.\\nMunicipalities have tried, and philanthro-\\npists since the time of Nero have under-\\ntaken the job but only the cannibal has", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "254 Talked in the Sanctum\\nsucceeded. The beggars own the world\\nfrom the picturesque knaves of the Arabian\\nNights to our own Chinatown bummers,\\nthey fill a place in the great human comedy\\nthat force and education cannot usurp. They\\nare more of a drain on a nation than ban-\\nditti and a far greater menace, and yet\\nevery scheme for their regeneration falls pow-\\nerless. After all, they may be happy in\\ntheir way, and life is fleeting.\\nThe old fellow who twice a year would\\nslip into my neighbor s back-yard and have\\na fainting fit from feigned starvation believed\\nhimself as great an actor as Booth and\\nhe was. His contortions were awful, and\\nthe smell of food caused him to lose con-\\nsciousness. He fairly earned the nickels\\nthat were showered upon him from second-\\nstory windows, and no one ever complained\\nto the police. I believe if every vagrant\\nin the city were sent to the poor farm to-\\nmorrow, a new and just as vigorous a crop\\nwould spring up in twenty-four hours.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanchim 255\\nThe Pastor. I would that good things\\nwere as tenacious of life.\\nI wish to record here, as I close this\\nrandom report of things As Talked in the\\nSanctum, that I believe that patriotism needs\\nculture, and that it is an element in man\\nthat flourishes like religion when the soil is\\nprepared for it. For a century and more we\\nhave been worshipping the heroes of other\\ncountries. I once related to the Sanctum\\nmy feelings at the Hotel des Invalides as I\\nstood between a French peasant in wooden\\nshoes and an old oflicer of the Legion of\\nHonor, silently worshipping at the stately\\ntomb of the greatest of all Frenchmen. It\\nseemed then that there could be no Ameri-\\ncan counterpart, that no American shrine\\nwould ever draw such never failing crowds\\nas come daily there. Not long ago, when I\\nwas in New York, I took my little boy\\nto the tomb of Grant, at Riverside. I did\\nnot expect to find more than a corporaFs\\nguard of sightseers. I admit that curiosity", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "256 As Talked in the Sanctum\\ndrew me. The name of Grant seemed\\nplebeian by the side of that of the French\\nEmperor. Vicksburg, Donelson, the Wil-\\nderness, Appomattox, ran flat alongside\\nMarengo, Austerlitz, Jena, Friedland, and\\nWaterloo. One was the soldier of a repub-\\nlic, the other was the Man of Destiny. The\\ngreat gray dome that surmounts the remains\\nof our soldier is not hedged round with\\nhistoric associations or emblazoned with\\nregal memories, and yet I was not alone in\\nmy pilgrimage. There was a line three\\ndeep, a quarter of a mile long, passing in\\nand around the crypt. It was not one\\ncrowd, but many, and all day long it swayed\\nin a ceaseless throng. For a month this\\nhad been going on. Every head was uncov-\\nered as we entered the stately sarcophagus,\\nand the soft light from above that fell on\\nthe tomb carried with it the same idealiza-\\ntion that enshrouds the last resting place of\\nthat other warrior. The reverence was as\\ngenuine in the one as in the other the", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "As Talked in the Sanctum 257\\nhomage paid this republican hero was as sin-\\ncere as that lavished on Frenchmen s demi-\\ngod. For the first time I appreciated at\\ntheir full value the power and benefit of\\nsuch national shrines. About it, from year\\nto year, will crystallize a love of country and\\na pride of home. It is something that can\\nbe pointed to something tangible. On it\\nwill feed patriotism and the tomb of the man\\nwho said, Let us have peace, will become,\\nto unborn generations, all that the golden\\ndome of the Invalides is to France.", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "%iK i", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": ".-^w^.*-\\nv^;^\u00c2\u00ab\\\\*\u00c2\u00ab-\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u00a2m^\u00c2\u00bb* -.W*\\njP-*!.\\n/iq.\\nu vt;^**^\\n^M\\n\u00c2\u00abo\\nTV.* .A\\n^o", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "V ^\u00e2\u0099\u00a6^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0V.\\n5\\n-^i\\n4^^ o\\n\u00c2\u00ab7", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "astalkedinsanctu00wild_0266.jp2"}}