noon with languages, mathematics, history and music, still found time to write two articles on German politics, which were printed in the New York "Tribune" and "Herald."

In 1870, when he was but nineteen, he returned to this country and took a half course at the Law School in New York. As it was imperative that he should earn money, he wrote for many papers, both prose and poetry, occasionally appearing in the "Atlantic Monthly," of which he was assistant editor from 1875 to 1877, and editor of the Boston "Courier" from 1877 to 1879.

His first book, "Rose and Roof-Tree," a small volume of poems, was published when he was twenty-four, and brought him, he says, "some praise and no money."

The next year he published "A Study of Hawthorne," which cost him a great deal of labor, and the following year, 1877, "Afterglow." "Somebody Else," a novelette, was issued in 1878, and "An Echo of Passion" in 1882, which Mr. Lathrop considers "in one sense the most artistic and the best proportioned piece of imaginative prose that it has fallen to my lot to fashion." "In the Distance was published the same year, followed by "Spanish Vistas," reprinted from Harper's Monthly."

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"Newport" was published as a serial in the "Atlantic," and in book form in 1884, as also "True and Other Stories." "Behind Time," a

book for children, has recently appeared, and a second volume of poems is nearly ready.

In 1883, he organized the American Copyright League, now having several hundred members.

Mr. Lathrop has been a tireless worker, sometimes writing all night as well as all day. "During nine years," he says, "I had no vacation, not even a week's rest, excepting one month, when nerves and brain gave out completely, and I could not think a single thought without acute physical pain. I worked all the time, with intervals for eating, sleeping, brief exercise, and infrequent recreation."

He is an able critic, with a clear, forceful style. "In my function of reviewer," he says, "I was always distressed by the great difficulty of being just, fair to the author and fair to the public. Every critic must at times hurt; but the hurt which he inflicts ought to be that of well meaning surgery, and not the stab of revenge, nor the cut of a savage whose instinct is for refined torture."

Much tenderness is inwrought with Mr. Lathrop's strength, as shown by his exquisite poem on the death of his child, and in other works. Still young, but thirty-six, he has won deserved fame as novelist, essayist, and poet.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

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N the summer of 1886, Dr. Holmes, nearing the border line of the eighties, sailed for Europe. At Liverpool, as he landed, he was met by a delegation of some of the most prominent persons in Europe, authors, physicians, men of social position and political power. In London he met such men as the Dukes of Argyll, Westminster, and Lord Napier, Sir John Millais, Robert Browning, and John Ruskin. He visited at 10 Downing Street, where lives the man whom all the world delights to honor, William E. Gladstone. Rev. Hugh R. Haweis, the noted preacher, gave a reception at his home, where rare and beautiful things are gathered from every realm. At Lady Roseberry's, in the midst of two thousand persons, at Sir William Harcourt's, at Emily Pfeiffer's lovely home in Putney, — fit home for a poet, with its wealth of flowers and sunshine, at the garden party of Princess Louise at Kensington Palace, and scores of other places, Dr. Holmes received distinguished honor and courtesy.

Archdeacon Farrar spent two hours in showing him about Westminster Abbey. He dined with