YAROSLAV VRCHLICKÝ

_VRCHLICKÝ_

YAROSLAV VRCHLICKÝ--_whose real name is Emil Frida--is perhaps the most

important personality in modern Bohemian literature. He was born in Laun

in 1853, and was carefully educated in several different preparatory

schools before going to the University of Prague where it was his

intention to study theology. He changed his mind however and gave his

time to philosophy, languages and literature. In this same university

later, he held for many years the professorship of modern literature._

_As a writer his productivity has been almost unparalleled, and it has

expressed itself for the most part in the domain of poetry. Some thirty

volumes of lyric verse have been published by him, and a number of

volumes of poetic plays. It is as lyric poet that he ranks highest,

being gifted with imagination and a sensitive ear._

_In his position as professor of literature, he wished to introduce to

his countrymen, and make easily accessible, in cheap editions, as many

foreign writers as possible. He not only urged others to help do this,

but he set an example himself. The leading poets of Germany, France,

Italy and Spain, in their entirety, Yaroslav Vrchlický gave to his

nation, in wonderfully fluent and sympathetic renderings. His

translations are among the great monuments of modern scholarship._

_His work in prose is less considerable, both as original writer and

translator. His best prose works are “Bits of Colored Glass” and “Ironic

and Sentimental Tales.”_

_The story, “Brother Cœlestin,” which we give, is from one of these

collections and it is his most celebrated story._

_It would be difficult to underestimate the influence of Vrchlický upon

the youth of Bohemia who have for so many years come under his inspired

tutelage. Yaroslav Vrchlický died in 1912._

_None of the prose stories of Vrchlický have been published in English

except one,[1] and of his verse we have seen but one small fragment, the

exact name of which we do not remember, but it was written to the

beautiful hands of a woman._

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