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WALTER COPE and they break out again with sharp up collegiate buildings—for the University curves, making the line of the cusp with of Pennsylvania at Philadelphia, for Bryn the main branch.

Mawr College, for Princeton, and for These little things, to my mind, show Washington University, St. Louis, Misthe thought of the man ; and that joyous, souri. In all of these he has shown very appreciative observance of all that was clearly the qualities above referred to, beautiful expressed itself in all his work. and in some of them another and very To what thing soever he put his hand he valuable quality—just common sense. It did it with his whole heart. Personality appeared as if he approached a problem, was then the keynote of his work, but he large or small, with a view to reach a clear was too faithful a student and too learned understanding of the needs, and then to to fall into the common error of striving present a solution of those needs, and for originality. His work was all based finally to clothe them in beautiful forms. on good precedent, modified wisely to I was one of those who judged the compemeet the occasion, and ever touched with tition for Washington University; and if his own individuality, so that none could there was one thing more than another ever say, This is Tudor and that Georgian, which determined the jury in favor of the except with the reservation that it was design eventually selected, it was the evineither the work of the copyist nor of the dence of thought and study which showed purist, but rather of the student who knew in the block plan, with its changing and the terms of that language and used them yet associated axes following the marked freely to express modern ideas.

contours of the land, and the intelligent Perhaps his best-known works are his understanding of the needs of each group of buildings; the accessible, dignified, The Pennsylvania State Institution for and formal arrangement of the academic the Blind at Overbrook, Pa., was an examgroup, the domestic character of the dor- ple of a certain versatility of temperament mitories, and, finally, the detailed study which showed only occasionally. I don't of the needs of each building. Much know what prompted this effort, but time and thought had been expended whether it was a sight of Spain, or of here, and comparatively little on the ex- Spanish America, he succeeded in getting pression ; but I, for one, felt convinced at the kernel of the matter and expressthat a man who could approach a subject in ing something in Spanish which is yet such a spirit could certainly express it in fit his own sentiment. The building is pleasterms. The event justifies this confidence. ant in mass and pleasant in detail. The

Nor was he ever content with the solu- Law School for the University of Penntion of a general problem. Many a man sylvania was not such a far cry from his

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works at his best in the zeal and the collegiate work as this Spanish effort, but excitement of imaginative expression. it is, at all events, of another century of Every faculty is alert and strained when English work, well removed in sentiment one is studying a big scheme, and trying from the earlier ; but it is equally well to make his mind-picture so vivid as to understood and expressed, and has virile enable him to put it on paper. But when and interesting quality. The English it comes to the often long-delayed execu- were never purists anyway, nor sticklers tion, the keenness of the vision is past for style and period. I fancy they used and the subject is stale—one has other such material as they had, whether menirons in the fire. It was not so with Cope. tal or physical, and put it together in a One has but to examine his detail, the way that would meet their needs and door to the Cupples building or any other would look well; and I think Cope did small bit, even the contour of a molding, somewhat the same thing. If things to see how fresh was his enthusiasm up looked well, he let them go, whether they to the last stroke of the work.

This was tallied with orders or with the twelfth more than faithful thoroughness, this was century or not; and if they did not look the devotion of the lover.

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them go, but would change and modify, what domestic architecture in town or redesign completely if necessary, and country should be. It may be the purely never be content until they did look right. domestic side shown in the country house, With what is generally considered less together with knowledge of and love for important work—i.l., domestic-Cope was the animals that are housed in stable and equally successful, but especially with barn, and the love of flowers and green houses set in the surroundings of the things that are fairly and in order set country he loved.

In such work he was about the house; or it may be the grand exceptionally at home, and absolutely free town house, where is shown the knowlfrom any touch of that love of ostentation edge of the lives of gentlefolk, and means which makes so many of our country and methods for entertaining friends and houses seem merely vulgar when they performing those social duties which, if wish to look grand. It is true that the worth doing at all, are worth doing well. larger work affects a larger number of peo- His houses are quiet, simple, modest, unple, but I believe the architect can do no assuming, yet full of charming touchesnobler duty than to help to show people in short, quite like himself.

Spring Song

By Charlotte Fiske Bates
Buds of the cherry and peach and plum,
Slowly to perfect blossom come!
Eden-like apple-blooms, linger long,
Where ye tint the canvas and key the song.
For when your beauties have opened wide,
Artist and poet and all have sighed
That the lovely things of the fresh young May
Have bloomed to ripeness, and touched decay.
Winds, move softly, lest ye should blow
Over this May-time the thought of snow;
Every blossom that lights the spring,
Fly away with a tardy wing!
Childhood of Nature! Why, far more,
Do I cling to thee than I clung before?
Is it because I am growing old
I count thy days with a backward hold ?
Because the curfew of life has rung,
Do I joy in beauty so fresh and young ?
Is it because I am nearing the night,
I crave so keenly thy precious light?
Rather, if nearing Eternal Day,
Why do I cleave to a mortal May ?
Yet so I do, and I hold it fast,
Lest too soon it be overpast.
Childhood of Nature ! I love thee so,
With sorest grudging I let thee go;
For I feel at my heart a subtle pain
When thy buds are a year away again!

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