The easy flow of the narrative, and the vivid dialogue of the Spider and the Bee in the latter, rank high among those premonitions of novel with which, in this place, we should be specially busied.

In the former Peter, Martin, and Jack want but a little more of the alchemist's furnace to accomplish their projection into real characters, and not merely allegorical figure-heads.

But, of course, in both books, the satiric purpose dominates too much to allow them to be really ranked among novels, even if they had taken the trouble to clothe themselves with more of the novel-garb.
With _Gulliver_ it is different.

It is a commonplace on its subject (but like many other commonplaces a thing ill to forget or ignore) that natural and unsophisticated children always _do_, and that almost anybody who has a certain power of turning blind eyes when and where he chooses _can_, read it simply as a story of adventure and enjoy it hugely.

It would be a most preternatural child or a most singularly constituted adult who could read _Utopia_ or _Oceana_, or even Cyrano's _Voyages_, "for the story" and enjoy them hugely.