liarities of George Eliot's are likely to leave a
strong impress after her? I answer, she, of all novelists, has
attacked the profound problems of our existence. She has
taught that the mystery worthy of a great artist is not the
shallow mystery device, but the infinite perspective of the
great, dark enigmas of human nature; that there is a deeper
interest in human life seen in the modern, scientific
daylight, than in life viewed through a mist of ancient and
dying superstitions; that the interest of human character
transcends the interest of invented circumstances; that the
epic story of a hero and a heroine is not so grand as the
natural history of a community. She, first of all, has made
cross sections of modern life, and shown us the busy human
hive in the light of a great artistic and philosophic
intellect.--EDWARD EGGLESTON.

WORDSWORTH

He has won for himself a secure immortality by a depth of
intuition which makes only the best minds at their best hours
worthy, or indeed capable, of his companionship, and by a
homely sincerity of human sympathy which reaches the humblest
heart. Our language owes him gratitude for the habitual purity
and abstinence of his style, and we who speak it, for having
emboldened us to take delight in simple things, and to trust
ourselves to our own instincts.--LOWELL.

PARADISE LOST

It is requisite that the language of an heroic poem should be
both perspicuous and sublime. In proportion as either of these
two qualities is wanting, the language is imperfect.
Perspicuity is the first and most necessary qualification;
insomuch that a good-natured reader sometimes overlooks a
little slip even in the grammar or syntax, where it is
impossible for him to mistake the poet's sense. Of this kind
is that passage in Milton, wherein he speaks of Satan,--

"God and his Son except,
Created thing nought valued he nor shunned,"--

and that in which he describes Adam and Eve,--

"Adam the goodliest man of men since born,
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve."
ADDISON.

FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE

From the first to the last page of Nietzsche's writings the
careful reader seems to hear a madman, with flashing eyes,