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...example of a man upon whom the land has made a profound impression. No one who has visited the Wessex country can fall to feel the gloom and sadness that clings to the moorland. All of his novels reflect this sombre tone, and in one the moor itself assumes a vigorous personality, becomes a definite character. Today Mr. Hersey will talk in Emerson 211 at 2 o'clock upon the Hardy Country. He has taken many new pictures during the last summer which will enlighten the provincial and refresh the memory of the cosmopolite. Mr. Hersey has the great gift...
...name is Sir James Matthew Barrie (Peter Pan, The Admirable Crichton) stood in Dorchester last week with a string in his hand. He gave the string a tug. some drapery dropped and there, in bronze, sat the late great Author Thomas Hardy. Dorchester was "Casterbridge" in Hardy's Wessex novels Tess of the D'Urbervilles, The Return of the Native. He died near there three years ago (TIME, Jan. 23, 1928). When the monument-designed by Eric Henri Kennington and paid for by the writer's admirers all over the world -was unveiled, Sir James made known...
...which make it foolhardy, so far as personal enjoyment goes, to miss any of them. His practice of giving illustrated talks two or three times a month makes the course extremely delightful and a fair target for Vagabonders. The slide-lectures cover a multitude of topics, such as the Wessex of Hardy. The other novelty he offers is the presentation of leading actors and actresses, such as Walter Hampden or Vivian Tobin, to his class. The guests usually talk on some phase of contemporary drama...
...Wessex of Thomas Hardy", (illustrated) Professor Hersey, Emerson...
ALTHOUGH Mr. Braybrooke finished his book before Hardy's death, its appearance is coincident with the renewed interest in the Wessex genius. It treats Hardy as a writer of prose and as a poet. From these two considerations, his doctrine is defined as a philosophy that is melancholy, even morbid in its inability to lead to anything that is tangible, or that gives an idea of the purpose of life...