The Fly Leaf [Illustration] A Pamphlet Periodical of the New--the New Man, New Woman, New Ideas, Whimsies and Things. CONDUCTED BY WALTER BLACKBURN HARTE. WITH PICTURE NOTES BY H. MARMADUKE RUSSELL. Published Monthly by the Fly Leaf Publishing Co., Boston, Mass. Subscription One Dollar a Year. Single Copies 10 Cents. January, 1896. Number Two. A Word of Praise in Season. Philip Hale, the well-known and brilliant Boston literary and musical critic writes as follows: “Walter Blackburn Harte is beyond doubt and peradventure the leading essayist in Boston today. For Boston perhaps you had better read ‘the United States.’ His matter is original and brave, his style is clear, polished when effect is to be gained thereby, blunt when the blow of the bludgeon should fall, and at times delightfully whimsical, rambling, paradoxical, fantastical. But read for yourself, Miss Eustacia; and Harte’s ‘Meditations in Motley’ will remain one of your favorite books. And now Mr. Harte is the editor of THE FLY LEAF. The first number is out, and let us earnestly call your attention to it.” A vigorous writer and thoroughly animated by the idea that the field of letters in this country should bloom with the genius of its youth. If THE FLY LEAF doesn’t achieve a great success it will not be for lack of talent and energy on the part of its director.--_The Boston Traveller._ A new and wholly up to date brochure, THE FLY LEAF, has just appeared under the conductorship of Walter Blackburn Harte, one of the brightest young men in American literature.--_The Boston Home Journal._ Promises to be something of a novelty in periodical literature, for it is filled with piquant comments on current fads and fashions, and contains some spicy and whimsical essays in miniature, written in a vivid impressionistic manner.--_The Boston Transcript._ These are a few press notices. But all the young men and women in every city and town in the United States are discussing THE FLY LEAF and spreading its fame. The Fly Leaf No. 2. January, 1896. Vol. 1. THE MONK. We were gay fellows, all of us, And christened him “the Monk.” He sat among us silently, His wine was never drunk. He heard the music passionate, But did not join the dance, Unmoved, he saw white arms and throats, Unloving, caught Love’s glance. I asked him why he cared to live, “Because,” responded he,-- “_I like to watch these pictures Of the things inside of me._” CLAUDE F. BRAGDON. THE VISION OF YOUTH. [Illustration]