Down at Caxton's

The writing of his first novel occupied the months of May and June, 1882; it was published the same year, and at once established its author in the front rank of living American...

“Netchaieff” and “For the People” are poems with a meaning. Their author is a thinker, a keen student of the social problems that convulse our every-day life. He walks the city’...

While the author will not concede that mere literary form is the all in all that our modern masters claim, yet he would not be found in the ranks of M. de Bonniers, who declares...

DONE AT ODD MOMENTS STOLEN FROM THE BUSY LIFE OF A COUNTRY DOCTOR, IN THE WILDEST PART OF THE ADIRONDACKS, TO THAT DEAR FRIEND, WHO WROTE FOR ME AND OTHER WANDERERS—IDYLS OF A S...

There are few places better fitted as a poet’s home than Notre Dame. Beautiful scenery to fill the eye, brilliant society to spur the mind, and a spacious library freighted with...

“Are you not afraid, Miss Conway,” said I, “to receive such warning notes?” “It is from the best girl in America,” was the frank reply; “read it.” A perusal of the few dashing l...

A friend of mine, a dweller in the city, a lover of red bricks, one to whom the sound of the dray-cart merrily grinding on the pavement is sweeter music than a burst of woodland...

The songs are of no literary value, sometimes comic, sometimes sentimental, more often with an ambiguity that is more suggestive than downright obscenity. Of the so-called comic...