Someone told me the other day--I believe it was Herbert Courtland--that it is the men who write books embodying a great and noble aim who make the closest bargains with their publishers.

I heard of a great and good clergyman the other day who wrote a Life of Christ, and then complained in the papers of his publishers having only given him a miserable percentage on the profits.

That is how they talk nowadays; the profit resulting from the Life of Christ is to be measured in pounds, shillings, and pence." "Mr.Holland is not a man of this stamp, Ella." "I'm sure he is not.

At the same time if he isn't prosecuted for heterodoxy no one will be more disappointed than Mr.Holland, unless, indeed, it be Mr.Holland's publisher.

Who would begrudge the martyr his halo, dear?
Even the most sincere and single-minded martyr has an eye on that halo.