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A tetralogy of thought-provoking books by an author
whose philosophic writings have attracted wide at-
tention because of their novelty of conception, sug-
gestiveness of treatment, and chasteness and
simplicity of style.

Bergson and Personal Realism

This new volume is (1st) A critique of Bergson, showing his deficiencies on the side of the Philosophy of Religion. (2nd) A constructive discussion of Personal Realism, aiming to show that Personality is the supreme metaphysical and spiritual reality.

The manuscript of this volume was prepared under the direction of the Sorbonne and in consultation with Professor Bergson.

Those who had the privilege of reading Professor Flewelling's previous volumes will need no urging to possess his latest philosophic work.

Philosophy and the War

"This is a little war book of permanent value, because it deals with underlying causes. It shows how the false philosophy of Germany undermined its morals and religion and made its soldiers brutal, its aims material, its policies selfish. Egoism and impersonalism have been the ruin of a great people. Let us beware of false doctrine; it leads to death."-The Lutheran Quarterly. 18 mo. Cloth.

Personalism and the Problems of Philosophy

An Appreciation of the Work of Borden Parker Bowne. Introduction by Rudolph Eucken.

"An exceedingly satisfying book, in its treatment of the thought and spirit of Methodism's greatest teacher, Dr. Bowne. Its remarkable clearness and simplicity, its fullness in brevity, its searching analyses, and its admirable style, demand for it a very wide reading."-Bishop L. J. Birney, S..T.D. 12 mo. Cloth.

Christ and the Dramas of Doubt

A consecutive account of all the great dramas in the world which have the problem of evil for their motive. The author begins with Prometheus Bound, passes to Job, to Hamlet, to Faust, and ends with Brand.

"The admirable literary style, the up-to-dateness of the discussion, the at-homeness with the best literature of the subject, the wide extent of which is indicated by the copious bibliography appended to this volumeall combine to make this a book well worth reading by ministry and thoughtful laity."-The Methodist Review. 12 mo. Cloth.

THE PERSONALIST

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JOSEPHINE HAMMOND is so widely known as a contributor to leading magazines as well as for her work in pageantry and education that she would scarcely need introduction to new readers of THE PERSONALIST. To our old readers she has become an inspiration and a reliance. We long for a sort of ubiquitous eye that might watch the expression of pleasure on the faces of our subscribers as they see her name on our covers.

PROFESSOR ROBERT WILLIAM ROGERS is known the world over as an Assyriologist. The mention of his titles would appear pedantic. The keenness of his historical mind and the beauty of his diction make the article on the University of unusual interest.

Dr. Bernard CAPEN EWER is Professor of Psychology in Pomona College and brings us the reason for naming that movement which gathers about the work of such men as James, and Dewey, and Perry, the distinctly American Philosophy. In our next issue we shall present a criticism of Pragmatism by a brilliant young philosopher of Columbia University.

VIRGINIA TAYLOR MCCORMICK is a new-comer to THE PERSONALIST comradeship who will receive most hearty welcome. She is known to many of our readers for her contributions to other leading magazines. A recent book of her verse, Star-dust and Gardens, will shortly be reviewed in our columns. She is associate Editor of The Lyric, and is gaining most favorable mention as a lecturer on subjects of literature. She is a Virginian of Virginians, both her husband and father being well-known attorneys in that state, and her home is in Norfolk, Virginia.

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A TRAVELLER threw his cloak over his shoulder and came down slopes of gold in El Dorado. From incredible heights he came. He came from where the peaks of the pure gold mountain shone a little red with the sunset; from crag to crag he stepped down slowly. Sheer out of romance he came through the golden evening.

It was only an incident of every day; the sun had set or was setting, the air turned chill, and a battalion's bugles were playing "Retreat" when this knightly stranger, a British aeroplane, dipped, and went homeward over the infantry. That beautiful evening call, and the golden cloud bank towering, and that adventurer coming home in the cold, happening all together, revealed in a flash the fact (which hours of thinking sometimes will not bring) that we live in such a period as the troubadours would have envied.

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Even when all the romance has been sifted from the age (as the centuries sift) and set apart from the trivial, and when all has been stored by the poets; even then what has any of them more romantic than these adventurers in the evening air, coming home in the twilight with the black shells bursting below?

The infantry look up with the same vague wonder with which children look at dragon flies; sometimes they do not look at all, for all that comes in France has its part with the wonder of a terrible story as well as with the incidents of every day, incidents that recur year in and year out, too often for us to notice them. If a part of the moon were to fall off in the sky and come tumbling to earth, the comment on the lips of the imperturbable British watchers that have seen so much would be, "Hullo, what is Jerry up to now?"

And so the British aeroplane glides home in the evening, and the light fades from the air, and what is left of the houses grows more mournful in the gloaming, and night comes, and with it the sounds of thunder, for the airman has given his message to the artillery. It is as though Hermes had gone abroad sailing on his sandals, and found some bad land below those winged feet wherein men did evil and kept not the laws of gods or men; and he had brought his message back and the gods were angry.

For the wars we fight to-day are not like other wars, and the wonders of them are unlike other wonders. If we do not see in them the saga and the epic, how shall we tell of them?

TALES OF WAR: Lord Dunsany.

A SOLDIER pauses after a brutal day to mark the wonder of an airplane's passing in the chill gold light,-pauses to marvel at the sagas latent in our science. Much that is characteristic of Lord Dunsany's writing is in this vignette of the late evening over the battlefield, melodic prose, acute observation, skill in etching, a preoccupation with the powers of implacable gods, an abiding sense of the wonder of life. Prescience, of glories not all revealed, of ancient ways still sensate, of laws immanent and immutable, makes Dunsany's work singular in a time of rationalistic vociferation.

It is one of the paradoxes of our age that in a period of revelation we have lost the mode of wonderment. Perhaps, however, the mode is but hidden, and will recur, as fashions do; perhaps, too, it is a mode still used by the simple and the wise, and only by the brief chroniclers of

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