Art and Handcraft in the Woman's Building
of the World's Columbian Exposition

IN THE WOMAN’S BUILDING. 105 plant the flowers of foreign thought into the garden of our litera- ture, stands Miss Katherine Wormly, whose admirable translations of Balzac have introduced the great French novelist to a new world of readers. Mrs. James T. Fields lias written all too little, to speak from the standpoint of our wishes, yet we have some delightful things from her pen.—a volume of poems, “ Under the Olives”; “Asphodel,” a romance, and the charming reminiscences of famous men, which have appeared from time to time in the magazines, are enough to make us all cry for more; yet we are glad and grateful for these. Mrs. Fields is a promi- nent figure of literary Boston, and there is no house more de- lightful than hers. But now the plot thickens. There came a day when it no long- er was singular for women to write. .Sud- denly it came, one hardly knew how; the windows of the House of Woman were thrown open, and in- st e a d of here and there a single lonely watcher on the roof was a crowd of women CARVED WOOD AND LEATHER STOOL. Princess Maud of Wales. England. leaning out, greeting the fresh air with rapture, eager to see, to hear, and more especially to tell. From this moment. I drop all attempt at chronological arrangement as invidious; indeed, I can do little more than mention the names that come thronging to my mind. The living must give place to those who have passed from our knowledge. Helen Hunt, a name beloved by all, lias slept for many years beneath her cairn in the West; Emily Dickinson, dying unknown, left us the afterglow of her strange, secluded, seething life. Even as I write, the bells are tolling for the sweet New England poetess