Kilgorman A Story of Ireland in 1798   By: Talbot Baines Reed (1852-1893)

By Talbot Baines Reed This was Reed's last book, written even as he lay dying, presumably from cancer. It is a very well written book, and is very interesting, even though as in the works of Kingston and Collingwood there are a lot of swimming episodes.

The time of the story is in the 1790s, during the French Revolution, which we see at close quarters during our hero's time in France. We also visit Rotterdam, in Holland. But most of the action, at least that which takes place on dry land, takes place in Donegal, that long wild part of Ireland that lies to its extreme north west.

There are several lines of the story. One of these is the great love that exists between the hero and his twin brother. Another is the question, Are they brothers? For only one person actually knows, and she is far away: the hint that there is a problem is given in a dying note by the woman that passed as the boys' mother. The third theme is, as always with Ireland, plotting for an uprising against English rule. In this department nothing changes.

Yes, it is a brilliant book, complemented by an "In Memoriam" article about the life of the author. KILGORMAN A STORY OF IRELAND IN 1798

BY TALBOT BAINES REED

Preface, by John Sime

IN MEMORIAM.

By the death of Talbot B. Reed the boys of the English speaking world have lost one of their best friends. For fourteen years he has contributed to their pleasure, and in the little library of boys' books which left his pen he has done as much as any writer of our day to raise the standard of boys' literature. His books are alike removed from the old fashioned and familiar class of boys' stories, which, meaning well, generally baffled their own purpose by attempting to administer morality and doctrine on what Reed called the "powder in jam" principle a process apt to spoil the jam, yet make "the powder" no less nauseous; or, on the other hand, the class of book that dealt in thrilling adventure of the blood curdling and "penny dreadful" order. With neither of these types have Talbot Reed's boys' books any kinship. His boys are of flesh and blood, such as fill our public schools, such as brighten or "make hay" of the peace of our homes. He had the rare art of hitting off boy nature, with just that spice of wickedness in it without which a boy is not a boy. His heroes have always the charm of bounding, youthful energy, and youth's invincible hopefulness, and the constant flow of good spirits which have made the boys of all time perennially interesting.

The secret of Reed's success in this direction was that all through life, as every one who had the privilege of knowing him can testify, he possessed in himself the healthy freshness of heart of boyhood. He sympathised with the troubles and joys, he understood the temptations, and fathomed the motives that sway and mould boy character; he had the power of depicting that side of life with infinite humour and pathos, possible only to one who could place himself sympathetically at the boys' stand point in life. Hence the wholesomeness of tone and the breezy freshness of his work. His boy heroes are neither prigs nor milk sops, but in their strength and weakness they are the stuff which ultimately makes our best citizens and fathers; they are the boys who, later in life, with healthy minds in healthy bodies, have made the British Empire what it is.