This is a new work, only out last week; and a friend of mine, a very fine judge of literature, was so enchanted with it that he bought a score of copies at once, and as my good stars prevailed, he sent me one.

You are welcome to see it, sir.

It is unknown in these parts; but will soon be known all over Europe, unless these cruel wars retard it." With a face of deep gravity, Caryl Carne put into Frank Darling's hand a copy of his own book, quite young, but already scored with many loving marks of admiration and keen sympathy.

Frank took it, and reddened with warm delight.
"You may not understand it at first," said the other; "though I beg your pardon for saying that.

What I mean is, that I can well suppose that an Englishman, though a good judge in general, would probably have his judgment darkened by insular prejudices, and the petty feeling which calls itself patriotism, and condemns whatever is nobler and larger than itself.