What can literature be worth, if a man can't make a fortune out of it?
So argues the Briton--no doubt with some of his sound common sense.

Not that he has no respect for genius.

All men bow to true genius, even when they fear and envy it.

But he thinks a good deal more of genius dead than genius living.

However this may be, there is no doubt but that if through any cause--such, for instance, as the sudden discovery by the great and highly civilized American people that the seventh commandment was probably intended to apply to authors, amongst the rest of the world--the pecuniary rewards of literary labor should be put more upon an equality with those of other trades, literature--as a profession--will go up many steps in popular esteem.