OF THE ARTIST IN MAN AND HIS MATERIALS There is only one way to give life to the dead or the moribund, the way of the Hebrew prophet,--to give it one's own.

Theophilus Londonderry instinctively knew this, and he began at once to breathe mightily upon New Zion.
The goldsmith blows merrily all day through his little blowpipe, but it is gold he is working on.

The poet breathes upon the dictionary, and lo! it flushes and breaks into flower.

But then he is breathing on words.
The material of such artists is a joy in itself.

They are workers in the precious metals.