ther papers.

Philipp Galen, the German novelist, composes during the daytime, and
sometimes labors till ten o'clock in the evening. He makes an outline of
his story before he prepares the "copy" for the press. He requires no
stimulants at work, but when he is through he relishes a glass of wine.
He has a habit of perambulating the room when engaged in meditation
about a new book, and he writes with remarkable rapidity. He never puts
pen to paper without inclination, because, as he says, he always feels
disposed to do literary work. Formerly he worked daily from twelve to
fourteen hours; now he spends only from six to eight hours at the
writing-desk every day.

W. D. Howells always keeps his manuscript six or seven months ahead of
the time for publication. Being of a nervous disposition, he could not
rely on himself to furnish matter at short notice. When it is possible,
he completes a book before giving a page of it to a magazine. He finds
the morning to be the best time for brain-labor. He asserts that the
first half of the day is the best part of a man's life, and always
selects it for his working hours. He usually begins at nine and stops at
one, and manages in that time to write about a dozen manuscript pages.
After that he enjoys his leisure; that is, he reads, corrects proof,
walks about, and pays visits. When he went to Venice as the United
States consul he soon threw off the late-hour habits to which he was
accustomed as a journalist. There was so little to keep him employed,
and the neighborhood was so quiet and delightful, that he began doing
his work in the morning, and he has continued the habit ever since. He
does not generally make a "skeleton" of his work; in fact, he almost
never does. He says that he leans toward indolence, and always forces
himself more or less to work, keeping from it as long as he can invent
any excuse. He often works when he is dull or heavy from a bad night,
and finds that the indisposition wears off. Howells rarely misses a day
from any cause, and, for a lazy man, as he calls himself, is extremely
industrious.

Georgiana M. Craik never, except on the rarest occasions, wrote at
night. She did not always make an outline of her books beforehand, but
generally did so. She wrote from nine A. M. until two P. M. in winter,
and in summer she seldom wrote at all. When she once began to write a
book, she worked at it steadily four or five hours every day, without
any regard to inclinati