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beyond the last； who was known to us so long before her。 Then at Boston；
or near Boston； live those artists supreme in the kind of short story
which we have carried so far： Miss Jewett； Miss Wilkins； Miss Alice
Brown； Mrs。 Chase…Wyman； and Miss Gertrude Smith； who comes from Kansas；
and writes of the prairie farm…life； though she leaves Mr。 E。 W。 Howe
（of 'The Story of a Country Town' and presently of the Atchison Daily
Globe） to constitute； with the humorous poet Ironquill； a frontier
literary centre at Topeka。 Of Boston； too； though she is of western
Pennsylvania origin； is Mrs。 Margaret Deland； one of our most successful
novelists。 Miss Wilkins has married out of Massachusetts into New
Jersey； and is the neighbor of Mr。 H。 M。 Alden at Metuchen。
All these are more or less embodied and represented in the Atlantic
Monthly； still the most literary； and in many things still the first of
our magazines。 Finally； after the chief publishing house in New York；
the greatest American publishing house is in Boston； with by far the
largest list of the best American books。 Recently several firms of
younger vigor and valor have recruited the wasted ranks of the Boston
publishers； and are especially to be noted for the number of rather nice
new poets they give to the light。
V。
Dealing with the question geographically； in the right American way； we
descend to Hartford obliquely by way of Springfield； Massachusetts；
where； in a little city of fifty thousand； a newspaper of metropolitan
influence and of distinctly literary tone is published。 At Hartford
while Charles Dudley Warner lived； there was an indisputable literary
centre； Mark Twain lives there no longer； and now we can scarcely count
Hartford among our literary centres； though it is a publishing centre of
much activity in subscription books。
At New Haven； Yale University has latterly attracted Mr。 William H。
Bishop； whose novels I always liked for the best reasons； and has long
held Professor J。 T。 Lounsbury； who is； since Professor Child's death at
Cambridge； our best Chaucer scholar。 Mr。 Donald G。 Mitchell； once
endeared to the whole fickle American public by his Reveries of a
Bachelor and his Dream Life； dwells on the borders of the pleasant town；
which is also the home of Mr。 J。 W。 De Forest； the earliest real American
novelist； and for certain gifts in seeing and telling our life also one
of the greatest。
As to New York （where the imagination may arrive daily from New Haven；
either by a Sound boat or by eight or ten of the swiftest express trains
in the world）； I confess I am more and more puzzled。 Here abide the
poets； Mr。 R。 H。 Stoddard； Mr。 E。 C。 Stedman； Mr。 R。 W。 Gilder； and many
whom an envious etcetera must hide from view； the fictionists； Mr。 R。 H。
Davis； Mrs。 Kate Douglas Wiggin； Mr。 Brander Matthews； Mr。 Frank
Hopkinson Smith； Mr。 Abraham Cahan； Mr。 Frank Norris； and Mr。 James Lane
Allen； who has left Kentucky to join the large Southern contingent； which
includes Mrs。 Burton Harrison and Mrs。 McEnery Stuart； the historians；
Professor William M。 Sloane and Dr。 Eggleston （reformed from a novelist）；
the literary and religious and economic essayists； Mr。 Hamilton W。
Mabie； Mr。 H。 M。 Alden； Mr。 J。 J。 Chapman； and Mr。 E。 L。 Godkin； with
critics； dramatists； satirists； magazinists； and journalists of literary
stamp in number to convince the wavering reason against itself that here
beyond all question is the great literary centre of these States。 There
is an Authors' Club； which alone includes a hundred and fifty authors；
and； if you come to editors； there is simply no end。 Magazines are
published here and circulated hence throughout the land by millions； and
books by the ton are the daily output of our publishers； who are the
largest in the country。
If these things do not mean a great literary centre； it would be hard to
say what does； and I am not going to try for a reason against such facts。
It is not quality that is wanting； but perhaps it is the quantity of the
quality； there is leaven； but not for so large a lump。 It may be that
New York is going to be our literary centre； as London is the literary
centre of England； by gathering into itself all our writing talent； but
it has by no means done this yet。 What we can say is that more authors
come here from the West and South than go elsewhere； but they often stay
at home； and I fancy very wisely。 Mr。 Joel Chandler Harris stays at
Atlanta； in Georgia； Mr。 James Whitcomb Riley stays at Indianapolis； Mr。
Maurice Thompson spent his whole literary life； and General Lew。 Wallace
still lives at Crawfordsville； Indiana； Mr。 Madison Cawein stays at
Louisville； Kentucky； Miss Murfree stays at St。 Louis； Missouri； Francis
R。 Stockton spent the greater part of the year at his place in West
Virginia； and came only for the winter months to New York； Mr。 Edward
Bellamy； until his failing health exiled him to the Far West； remained at
Chicopee； Massachusetts； and I cannot think of one of these writers whom
it would have advantaged in any literary wise to dwell in New York。 He
would not have found greater incentive than at home； and in society he
would not have found that literary tone which all society had； or wished
to have； in Boston when Boston was a great town and not yet a big town。
In fact； I doubt if anywhere in the world there was ever so much taste
and feeling for literature as there was in that Boston。 At Edinburgh （as
I imagine it） there was a large and distinguished literary class； and at
Weimar there was a cultivated court circle； but in Boston there was not
only such a group of authors as we shall hardly see here again for
hundreds of years； but there was such regard for them and their calling；
not only in good society； but among the extremely well…read people of the
whole intelligent city； as hardly another community has shown。 New York；
I am quite sure； never was such a centre； and I see no signs that it ever
will be。 It does not influence the literature of the whole country as
Boston once did through writers whom all the young writers wished to
resemble； it does not give the law； and it does not inspire the love that
literary Boston inspired。 There is no ideal that it represents。
A glance at the map of the Union will show how very widely our smaller
literary centres are scattered； and perhaps it will be useful in
following me to other more populous literary centres。 Dropping southward
from New York； now； we find ourselves in a literary centre of importance
at Philadelphia； since that is the home of Mr。 J。 B。 McMasters； the
historian of the American people； of Mr。 Owen Wister； whose fresh and
vigorous work I have mentioned； and of Dr。 Weir Mitchell； a novelist of
power long known to the better public； and now recognized by the larger
in the immense success of his historical romance； Hugh Wynne。
If I skip Baltimore； I may ignore a literary centre of great promise； but
while I do not forget the excellent work of Johns Hopkins University in
training men for the solider literature of the future； no Baltimore names
to conjure with occur to me at the moment； and we must really get on to
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