It summons before us a forgotten past, and makes it live.

We forget in the vitality and artistic grouping of the picture, in the nobility of the author's purpose and the lasting moral effect of the story, the occasional stiffness of the style.

It is the style of the refined scholar, perhaps also of the bookman and the too conscious critic.

Occasionally it lacks spontaneity, directness and naturalness.
It might unbend more and forget ceremony.

But it is picturesque, forcible, clear, and bears us along with its swing and dramatic movement.
American Catholics must not forget the excellent work done by George Henry Miles for the cause of Catholic literature, the more so as his name is not infrequently omitted from many popular histories of American literature.