and the best moderns and including every kind of prose expression from philosophy to broad comedy. Curiously enough, the selections from Charlotte Bronte are'distinetly of the "purple that "Curra' Bell" mistress vf passion in writing as that other frail wisp of a woman, Sarah Bernhardt, was mistress of it on the stage no one would dis-ute. Yet the passages here chosen though unquestionably magnificent examples of brilliant prose, do not give the most representative idea of her quality. Some of the scenes at Lowood, the flight from Thornfield or the delightful quarrels of Lucy and Paul Emanuel, for instance, seem to us to show more of Charlotte Bronté's genius with equal proof of the perfection of her English. But here we get back te the contrast between private and Published anthologies with which we began, the inevitable de gustibue, Sir Arthur has done his work lovely and judiciously and the result is a perfect treasure house. It is a special pleasure to present writer to see that the single specimen given of H. G. Wells is token from "The History of Me. Folly," one of the most perfect Pieces of human comed lly say by any wri lish Language. What a that Mr, Wells has given up writ. ing novels.
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