Farewell, beloved Adonis--may you find us glad at your next coming." And with this natural mingling of the sentimental and the commonplace the little composition ends.

It is as though we were looking through some window into the life of two thousand years ago.

Read the whole thing over to yourselves when you have time to find the book in the library, and see how true to human nature it is.

There is nothing in it except the wonderful hymn, which does not belong to to-day as much as to the long ago, to modern Tokyo as much as to ancient Greece.

That is what makes the immortality of any literary production--not simply truth to the life of one time, but truth to the life of every time and place.
Not many years ago there was discovered a book by Herodas, a Greek writer of about the same period.