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...first piece in the current number of the Monthly, "The Wise Men," suffers from diffusion. It is what might be called a Christmas Mystery, and the fundamental idea is good. But the writer seems afraid to trust the reader's imagination to see al the points of analogy with the first Christmas story, and so burdens his piece with a large number of rather unconvincing characters, and an elaboration of stage setting and appropriate music. Contrast this with "the Littles Shepherd," which comes somewhat later on. The latter is perfectly simple, but sweet and true, leaving a delightful picture...
...appearance of a cheap and consumptive sister to the mysterious "mate." "A Hater of Pictures" is written, perhaps intentionally, in that racy style that one associates with tracts, but the denouement is cleverly concealed till the last sentence, and then it is so sudden that the it leaves the reader gasping...
...guys what's got the dough." I question also whether the dialect is used quite consistently throughout. In any case, it seems regrettable that the phrase "bunched up" should occur twice in fourteen lines. E.E. Hunt's sonnet, "Cloud-land," is compact and musical, and induces in the reader a mood as sympathetic as the writer's with a rustic scene in the mountains. I could wish there were less alliteration, and a less conspicuous contrast between the homeliness of "celebrate" and "move along," and the ornateness of "snow-jacinth" or the elegance of "wain." It might be said further...
...Song a la Mode," gracefully and lightly makes the best of modern conditions. "Up in the Old Church Tower," by Mr. Husband, is perhaps the best thing in the number. The lines are good, and a simple and genuine mood irresistibly communicates its vision and its feeling to the reader. It touches and awakens response as Mr. Wheelock's "The Ghost to his Beloved" fails to do. There the lyric cry falls flat and one is left unmoved...
...Advocate's prose begins with some commonplace, and fortunately also common-sense, words of the editors to Freshmen. Then it rambles through Mr. Ford's "Varied Outlooks," which are so very varied that few readers will know what the author wishes them to see. It is better in Mr. Edward Sheldon's "Among Those Sailing." There are good things in the story; but the hero and heroine, probably unlike any lovers who ever lived that were worth their salt, stop in their mutual declaration of love to compare themselves with Mr. and Mrs. Browning. Mr. Rogers MacVeagh's "Anonymously Dedicated...