I found it hard to dissociate in my own mind the dialect from the somewhat coarse boisterousness which seemed inseparable from it in the works of these rollicking writers.

It chanced that in 1871 Taine's lectures on "Art in the Netherlands," or rather Mr.John Durand's translation of them, fell into my hands as a book for editorial review.

These discourses are little else than an elucidation of the thesis that the artist of originality will work courageously with the materials he finds in his own environment.

In Taine's view, all life has matter for the artist, if only he have eyes to see.
Many years previous to the time of which I am now speaking, while I was yet a young man, I had projected a lecture on the Hoosier folk-speech, and had even printed during the war a little political skit in that dialect in a St.Paul paper.

So far as I know, nothing else had ever been printed in the Hoosier.