CHAPTER VIII.
Villagers Although the serious affairs of life are met as conscientiously by the man or woman who has the real spirit of the Village, nevertheless each of them assuredly shows less of that sordidness and mad desire for money so prevalent throughout the land....
The real villager's life is better balanced.

He produces written words of value, or material objects that offer utility and delight.

_He sings his songs.

He has a good time._--From the _Ink Pot_ (a Greenwich Village paper).
I quoted the above to a practical friend and he countered by quoting Dickens' delightful fraud, "Harold Skimpole": "This is where the bird lives and sings! They pluck his feathers now and then, and clip his wings, but he sings, he sings!...

Not an ambitious note, but still he sings!" And my friend proceeded heartlessly: "'Skimpole' would have made a perfect Villager!" It is hard to answer cold prose when your arguments are those of warm poetry.