_life;_ a poetry
of indifference toward moral ideas is a poetry of
indifference toward _life._"[27]

"_The advantages arising from a system of copyright are
obvious._ It is desirable that we should have a supply of
good books: we cannot have such a supply unless men of
letters are liberally remunerated; and the least
objectionable way of remunerating them is by means of
copyright. You cannot depend for literary instruction and
amusement on the leisure of men occupied in the pursuits of
active life. Such men may occasionally produce compositions
of great merit. But you must not look to such men for works
which require deep meditation and long research. Works of
that kind you can expect only from persons who make
literature the business of their lives. Of these persons few
will be found among the rich and the noble. The rich and the
noble are not impelled to intellectual exertion by
necessity. They may be impelled to intellectual exertion by
the desire of distinguishing themselves, or by the desire of
benefiting the community. But it is generally within these
walls that they seek to signalize themselves and to serve
their fellow-creatures. Both their ambition and their public
spirit, in a country like this, naturally take a political
turn. It is then on men whose profession is literature, and
whose private means are not ample, that you must rely for a
supply of valuable books. Such men must be remunerated for
their literary labor. And there are only two ways in which
they can be remunerated. One of those ways is patronage; the
other is copyright."[28]

Frequently the topic-sentence is delayed until after the connection
between what was said in the preceding paragraph and what will be said
has been made. To establish this relation requires sometimes but a
word or a short phrase, and sometimes sentences. In these cases the
topic-sentence follows the transition, and it may come as late as the
middle of the paragraph.

"The crows we have always with us, but it is not every day
or every season that one sees an eagle. _Hence I must
preserve the memory of one I saw the last day I went
bee-hunting._ As I was laboring up the side of a mountain at
the head of a valley, the noble bird sprang from the top of
a dry tree above me and came sailing directly over