He could have done it, and he is of the departed! Had he dared, he would (for he was Titan enough) have raised the Art in dignity on a level with History; to an interest surpassing the narrative of public deeds as vividly as man's heart and brain in their union excel his plain lines of action to eruption.

The everlasting pantomime, suggested by Mrs.Warwick in her exclamation to Perry Wilkinson, is derided, not unrighteously, by our graver seniors.

They name this Art the pasture of idiots, a method for idiotizing the entire population which has taken to reading; and which soon discovers that it can write likewise, that sort of stuff at least.

The forecast may be hazarded, that if we do not speedily embrace Philosophy in fiction, the Art is doomed to extinction, under the shining multitude of its professors.
They are fast capping the candle.

Instead, therefore, of objurgating the timid intrusions of Philosophy, invoke her presence, I pray you.