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And each of them can trill out what he calls His ballads, canzonets, and madrigals. The world with masters is so covered o'er There is no room for pupils any more." Therefore, the individual who contemplates becoming an author must be a law unto himself. If he finds his truest expression, his greatest delight in literary work, let him persevere, all the world to the contrary notwithstanding. "There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent, can hinder, or control The firm resolve of a determined soul. Gifts count for nothing; _will alone is great_." An editor, noted for his gentleness and courtesy, tells us that all writers must go through an evolutionary process of rejected manuscripts, and cites the instance of Mrs. Harriet Prescott Spofford, who awoke one morning to find herself famous. She had written "The Amber Gods." When congratulated as the first author who had attained reputation by a single effort, she replied:-- "No, that is not true. I have been writing for years under an assumed name." _Susan Andrews Rice._ WASHINGTON, D. C. THE DELUGE OF VERSE. A fragment of a conversation overheard the other evening, when the writer, half-buried with the daily proof-sheets from which he knows no escape, was hurrying westward on an afternoon train, is the _raison d'etre_ of this communication. The participants were two young and pleasant-looking girls: they discussed matters feminine, of which only the words "toque," "a bewitching little thing," and "pink velvet" had reached my ears; but when I heard the question, "What became of your last poem, Clara?"--and the reply, "_Youth's Companion_, came back with a printed slip; _Independent_, ditto; then I tried the _Waverley Magazine_, who accepted it, but did not pay young contributors"; I became unthinkingly an interested eavesdropper, and just then, with creak and clatter, the train stopped, the station, "Wellesley," was called, and the fair ones departed, taking my thoughts (and all power of concentration on work in hand) with them. I mused in this wise: "Just why does the average young person give him (or her) self out in verse, good, bad, and indifferent?" The _Youth's Companion_ does not want a Wellesley girl's lucubrations; it has verse on hand from many of the most skilled and charming writers in that line. But it does, I know, want good stories for boys, for girls,--and where can be a better "_local
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