M.Michel is the recoverer-in-chief of all that truly happened during the sixty-three years that Rembrandt passed upon this earth.
Every dead painter, poet, or writer of genius, has had his Recoverer.

A searchlight has flashed upon all that Charles Lamb said, did, or wrote.
Every forerunner who inspired Keats, from the day when he took the _Faerie Queene_ like a fever, and went through it "as a young horse through a spring meadow, romping," has been considered and analysed.

You could bury Keats and Lamb in the tomes that have been written about them.

With the books of his commentators you could raise a mighty monument of paper and bindings to Rembrandt.
All this is very right and most worthy of regard.

We do not sing "For they are jolly good fellows" in their honour, but we offer them our profound respect and gratitude.