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An appendix is as superfluous at the end of the human caecum as at the end of a volume of light literature.
The "traditions of the first six centuries" are the traditions of the rattle and the feeding bottle.
In speaking to me last year of the crowded waiting-lists of the Public Schools, he said: "It is no longer enough to put down the name of one's son on the day he is born, one must write well ahead of that: 'I am expecting to have a son next year, or the year after, and shall be obliged if--' The congestion is very great, in spite of the increasing fees and the supertax." Much of his journalism, by the way, has the education of his children for its excuse and its consecration--children to whom the Dean of St.
Paul's reveals in their nursery a side of his character wholly and beautifully different from the popular legend.
There is no greater mind in the Church of England, no greater mind, I am disposed to think, in the English nation.

His intellect has the range of an Acton, his forthrightness is the match of Dr.Johnson's, and his wit, less biting though little less courageous than Voltaire's, has the illuminating quality, if not the divine playfulness, of the wit of Socrates.
But he lacks that profound sympathy with the human race which gives to moral decisiveness the creative energy of the great fighter.

A lesser man than Erasmus left a greater mark on the sixteenth century.
The righteous saying of Bacon obstinately presents itself to our mind and seems to tarry for an explanation: "The nobler a soul is, the more objects of compassion it hath." FATHER KNOX KNOX, REV.

RONALD ARBUTHNOTT; b.