Typo: A Monthly Newspaper and Literary Review, Volume 4
Mr Main's article in the Auckland press (reprinted in our last), has led to correspondence in the Auckland papers, in which further details are given. Some of the author's statements, which were challenged as incorrect, he has verified by reference to authorities. Several dates given approximately or erroneously we ourselves might have ascertained by a day's research in the magnificent Assembly Library—but we had not the day!
The death-roll of 1890 has not been exceptionally heavy as regards distinguished names in art, science, and literature. The Craft has sustained a heavy loss in William Blades—the genial printer and essayist, deeply learned in all that concerned his art—its invention, its antiquities, and its history. Mr R. Clay, of the noted Bread-street Hill firm, and Mr John Parsons, printer of the Graphic, have also passed away. In journalism there are the names of Edward Baines, Edward Lloyd, Lydia Becker, and John Boyle O'Reilly—the latter a genius, who might have gained more than a narrow local reputation had he not given to a party what was meant for mankind. In type-founding circles, John Blair, Robert Lindsay, and C. Morton are gone; and in allied arts have been recorded the deaths of H. Hagemann, the inventor of matrix-stamping machines, and Andrew Campbell, the noted press-manufacturer. Among publishers, there is the name of Robert Farran. Charles Edward Mudie, the founder of the great circulating library that bears his name, died on the 28th October, at the age of 72. In the literary world a great blank has been caused by the removal of four illustrious churchmen—Dr Döllinger, Canon Liddon, Dean Church, and Cardinal Newman. Not one of these filled a more influential place in the religious world or was more deeply regretted than Mrs Booth—a noble and gifted woman, whose writings were always of a high order, and constitute almost all that can be called literature in the immense mass of publications issued by the Salvation Army. Ashe, the Cheshire poet, Waugh, the Lancashire poet, both well beloved of the people, Westland Marston (« Philip, my King » ), and the aged Andrew Young, whose hymn « The Happy Land » is the most popular lyric in the world, are among the departed poets. Charles Pardon, author of works on chess and other games, J. F. Smith, contributor to penny numbers, and the most popular author of his time, J. M. Morton, of the evergreen « Box and Cox, » and Boucicault, king of melodrama, are also on the roll. French literature has lost Alphonse Karr and Alexander Chatrian. In art, the places of Matt Morgan, the brilliant cartoonist, Roehm, the eminent sculptor, Alice Havers, the charming artist, and A. H. Wallis, one of the fine old group of engravers who flourished in the early years of the century, are vacant. Sir Richard Burton, traveller, linguist, author, and poet, has passed away; and the roll closes, as the year goes out, with the name of Schliemann, the archæologist, whose books are more fascinating than any romance. In the colonies a number of useful and hardworking journalists have passed away; but we do not recal any name of distinguished eminence.