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Walter de la Mare has written an exquisite story of a midget. It is not a pleasant story, for pitiful stories are not pleasant stories. And the "Memoirs of a Midget" is very and sincerely pitiful. No one has written the life of Zip the "What Is It" to whom Barnum gave fame. Dickens gave a name, and the public gave the vital interest of its perpetual indecorum. But now that Zip is dead and the fellowship of freaks takes on the vestments of usual mourning the need of such a memoir becomes less remote. Zip should be perpetuated...
Professor Graustein's memoir which he submitted to the Academy judges before August 1 of last year was on the subject of the geometry of surfaces. Each year the subjects are set six months or more before the date on which they are required to be submitted. The prize is contested for more generally by European mathematicians and it is a rare occurrence for an American to win any kind of recognition...
...purposes of historical study are often more faithfully served by a vivid incident than by pages of abstractions: this little memoir illumines America's maritime era. The poverty-stricken mother of Elijah Cobb, a sailor's widow, mothering six, sent him out into the world. At 14 he sailed for Surinam as cook and cabin-boy; he was in command of a brig at 23. The captain of those days was navigator, merchant, banker and diplomatist as occasion required; witness his first voyage to Europe as shipmaster. The year was 1793, when neutrals had few rights. His brig...
Siegfried Wagner, son of the great composer, published in Stuttgart a volume of Erinnerungen (Recollections). It is a rambling memoir, as the name implies, written by a genial, chatty man from the standpoint of one who knew the famous Richard as kind papa, and the stern Cosima as affectionate mamma...
That Lord Morley, who recently died (TIME, Oct. 1), biographer of Rousseau, Voltaire, Gladstone, Burke, Cobden and others, should have forbidden the use of his papers to persons who " may desire to write a memoir of my life" seems the strangest of fiction. Yet a passage in his will makes it an unfortunate but transparent fact: " I give to my nephew, Guy Estell Morley, all my correspondence, diaries and written fragments, to be dealt with as he may think fit, at his own discretion. And, as it is possible that some person may desire to write a memoir...