And I Fell Violently On

Books, Indeed, Were His Sole Luxuries

Convinced Myself, I Seek Not To Convince.

The Romans Worshipped Their Standard; And The Roman Standard Happened To Be An Eagle. Our Standard Is Only One Tenth Of An Eagle,--a Dollar, But We Make All Even By Adoring It With Tenfold Devotion.

In The Tale Proper--where There Is No Space For Development Of Character Or For Great Profusion And Variety Of Incident--mere Construction Is, Of Course, Far More Imperatively Demanded Than In The Novel.

How Many Good Books Suffer Neglect Through The Inefficiency Of Their Beginnings!