Tue burorexce or Max"—By Charlon Tichet. London: T. Werner Laurie, Price, Ta. 6d.
"What a piece of work is a man,' says Hamlet, "how noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in action]
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ike an angel, in apprehension and that if we want to have any measure of happiness, we shall cease to puff ourselves up with. delusions about things that neither we nor anybody else can alter, however much we may grunt and grind, The most amusing of all these' entertaining pages are those which "deal with man's social im= potence, He believes himself to be: 4 gregarious and peaceful creature. Nothing of the sort, says Professor Richer, there, was never an animal more self-centred and pugnacious:— machine of. which the' harman Theoretically a regiment ial
perfect: "The nen are bound ome 10 fa cellent "und strictly Supreme, make up a Leautifal synthetic unity. Tot took at it more closely. Every: sehovey tu every rung of thie Ful Mierarchy, there: are bit La, and. seversurber the mutter of, internal. revolt Major grambles as he Colonel's orders, and. the Leutenante take fun of the captains just so the crab lasting a few a Forty passengers First, bows "are. exchanged, thea. a few words, and then' longer" talk By' the end of the week, jealousies, eaticlomsy and taurite are let loose: They only had to know each other to become enemies Rs for man's belief in himself artist, author, dramatist, poet, wel just compare the numbers of follo creatures who may possibly ha heard his name with the myriads who never have heard it and never will. Do not deceive yourself, my good sir. The variest pigmy is, in reality, not an atom! fess feebly insignificant than you with your fancied importance and! the flatteries of your friends, who, by the way, are probably laughing: at your postures behind your back.
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