A Page of Verse

A PAGE OF VERSE THE BALLAD OF «STARLIGHT' BY DOROTHY UNA RATCLIFFE [Beacon] As Gillian lay a-dying, she was fey-beautiful, Her sweet eyes held the glamour of a misty heather pool, Her little pointed face and her fragile fingers Were white as the long late snow that lingers On the northern side of gray stone roofs: She sat erect to listen the rhythmic beat of hoofs; 'One — two — three —four! O my Lover! Say, Who rides "Starlight" by Withymere Way? 'Someone is trotting her thro' Blackthorn Gate From where you hear the roar, when the river is in spate! 'Listen! she is cantering up Crowberry Rise, Where the heron watches and the lapwing cries: 'One — two — three —four! Hark! she's galloping Way down over Yarna, over gorse and over ling! ' Lover, let me go with you one last grand ride Where the deer come down to water under Dewbarrow side. 'Race me to the Beacon for a last glimpse of the sea And you shall never need to grant another wish to me. ... 'Now the ponies of the twilight are trotting thro' the park, You can hear their tails a-swishing where the pines are velvet-dark. ' The stallions of the night-wind career around Lye Hill, They are whinnying and stamping all the length of Easter Ghyll, ' Hoof-music of the Heavens! Listen! One:— two — three and four — My gloves and crop, O Lover! " Starlight" waits upon the moor. ' The lure and the magic of the starry pebbled track. ... I shall not need a spur to-day! Oh! do not hold me back, ' For the hounds of Time are running, along the shadowy heath, And way beyond the moonrise sounds the hunting-horn of Death!' PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED LIFE, LETTERS, AND THE ARTS A TENDER-HEARTED CARICATURIST EINAR NERMAN, the theatrical artist of 'In his studio I was examining a the London Taller, is a Swede, and to a delightful caricature of a prominent fellow countryman, Bror Centerwall, actor, Sir Charles Hawtrey, who had who since a spectacular fall from an recently died, and Nerman told me the aeroplane has remained in England, he gentleman had been seriously offended has confided his reason for quitting by it. "The worst of it was that he Stockholm and settling in London. It died two days after it had been pub- was, in brief, that in the Swedish lished." capital, where he was making a name '"Evidently it killed him," I re- for himself not only as a caricaturist of marked solemnly. the stage but also as a scene-painter, '"Please don't say that," Nerman ballet-dancer, and illustrator of chil- begged in despair, and on his face I dren's books, he could not help becom- . could see that the thought had already ing too well acquainted with the stage caused him sleepless nights. folk to draw them with the necessary '"For four years I tried to get to malice. In London, he thought, the London," said Nerman, "and I am theatrical world would be large enough glad I at last succeeded. I always set to permit him to picture the stars as he out by the way of Paris and never got saw them. The corresponding obstacle any farther. But now I am going to to honest literary criticism in small stay, because there are great possibili- countries where writers and critics ties here and I get less abuse than I did meet at the same clubs has already been in Sweden." noted, and some Europeans think that 'At first he drew for several publicar American letters will flourish best so tions, but now he is attached to the long as the most energetic writers con- Taller by a two years' contract and is tinue to reside in Chicago and the most required to draw at least one page in acid critics in Boston. When both move to New York, they observe, art suffers. 'But Nerman's affirmation that he has settled in London for good need not be taken too seriously,' writes Herr Centerwall in the Goteborgs Handels och Sjofarts Tidning. 'Already he has be- come such a good friend of Gladys Cooper and others that he cannot help drawing their pictures with gentle strokes. When Providence has endowed a caricaturist with a tender heart, his entire life becomes a struggle between the cruel crayon and the quivering heart. Nerman knows that conflict, and his heart almost always wins out when SIB CHARLES HAWTREY he has to sketch beautiful young ladies. The Toiler's disturbing caricature 237 PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED.

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