an put to himself。 You read for your own pleasure； for your solace and strengthening。 Pleasure； then； purely selfish？ Solace which endures for an hour； and strengthening for no bat？ Ay； but I know； I know。 With what heart should I live here in my cottage； waiting for life's end； were it not for those hours of seeming idle reading？
I think sometimes； how good it were had I some one by me to listen when I am tempted to read a passage aloud。 Yes； but is there any mortal in the whole world upon whom I could invariably depend for sympathetic understanding？……nay； who would even generally be at one with me in my appreciation。 Such harmony of intelligences is the rarest thing。 All through life we long for it： the desire drives us； like a demon； into waste places； too often ends by plunging us into mud and morass。 And； after all； we learn that the vision was illusory。 To every man is it decreed： thou shalt live alone。 Happy they who imagine that they have escaped the mon lot； happy； whilst they imagine it。 Those to whom no such happiness has ever been granted at least avoid the bitterest of disillusions。 And is it not always good to face a truth； however disfortable？ The mind which renounces； once and for ever； a futile hope； has its pensation in ever…growing calm。
XXI
All about my garden to…day the birds are loud。 To say that the air is filled with their song gives no idea of the ceaseless piping； whistling； trilling； which at moments rings to heaven in a triumphant unison； a wild accord。 Now and then I notice one of the smaller songsters who seems to strain his throat in a madly joyous endeavour to out…carol all the rest。 It is a chorus of praise such as none other of earth's children have the voice or the heart to utter。 As I listen； I am carried away by its glorious rapture； my being melts in the tenderness of an impassioned joy； my eyes are dim with I know not what profound humility。
XXII
Were one to look at the literary journals only； and thereafter judge of the time； it would be easy to persuade oneself that civilization had indeed made great and solid progress； and that the world stood at a very hopeful stage of enlightenment。 Week after week； I glance over these pages of crowded advertisement； I see a great many publishing…houses zealously active in putting forth every kind of book； new and old； I see names innumerable of workers in every branch of literature。 Much that is announced declares itself at once of merely ephemeral import； or even of no import at all； but what masses of print which invite the attention of thoughtful or studious folk！ To the multitude is offered a long succession of classic authors； in beautiful form； at a minimum cost； never were such treasures so cheaply and so gracefully set before all who can prize them。 For the wealthy； there are volumes magnificent； lordly editions； works of art whereon have been lavished care and skill and expense incalculable。 Here is exhibited the learning of the whole world and of all the ages； be a man's study what it will； in these columns； at one time or another he shall find that which appeals to him。 Here are labours of the erudite； exercised on every subject that falls within learning's scope。 Science brings forth its newest discoveries in earth and heaven； it speaks to the philosopher in his solitude； and to the crowd in the market…place。 Curious pursuits of the mind at leisure are represented in publications numberless； trifles and oddities of intellectual savour； gatherings from every byway of human interest。 For other moods there are the fabulists； to tell truth； they monly hold the place of honour in these varied lists。 Who shall count them？ Who shall calculate their readers？ Builders of verse are many； yet the observer will note that contemporary poets have but an inconspicuous standing in this index of the public taste。 Travel； on the other hand； is largely represented； the general appetite for information about lands remote would appear to be only less keen than for the adventures of romance。
With these pages before one's eyes； must one not needs believe that things of the mind are a prime concern of our day？ Who are the purchasers of these volumes ever pouring from the press？ How is it possible for so great a merce to flourish save as a consequence of national eagerness in this intellectual domain？ Surely one must take for granted that throughout the land； in town and country； private libraries are growing apace； that by the people at large a great deal of time is devoted to reading； that literary ambition is one of the monest spurs to effort？
It is the truth。 All this may be said of contemporary England。 But is it enough to set one's mind at ease regarding the outlook of our civilization？
Two things must be remembered。 However considerable this literary traffic； regarded by itself； it is relatively of small extent。 And； in the second place； literary activity is by no means an invariable proof of that mental attitude which marks the truly civilized man。
Lay aside the 〃literary organ；〃 which appears once a week； and take up the newspaper； which es forth every day； morning and evening。 Here you get the true proportion of things。 Read your daily news… sheet……that which costs threepence or that which costs a halfpenny…… and muse upon the impression it leaves。 It may be that a few books are 〃noticed〃； granting that the 〃notice〃 is in any way noticeable； pare the space it occupies with that devoted to the material interests of life： you have a gauge of the real importance of intellectual endeavour to the people at large。 No； the public which reads； in any sense of the word worth considering； is very； very small； the public which would feel no lack if all book…printing ceased to…morrow； is enormous。 These announcements of learned works which strike one as so encouraging； are addressed； as a matter of fact； to a few thousand persons； scattered all over the English… speaking world。 Many of the most valuable books slowly achieve the sale of a few hundred copies。 Gather from all the ends of the British Empire the men and women who purchase grave literature as a matter of course； who habitually seek it in public libraries； in short who regard it as a necessity of life； and I am much mistaken if they could not fortably assemble in the Albert Hall。
But even granting this； is it not an obvious fact that our age tends to the civilized habit of mind； as displayed in a love for intellectual things？ Was there ever a time which saw the literature of knowledge and of the emotions so widely distributed？ Does not the minority of the truly intelligent exercise a vast and profound influence？ Does it not in truth lead the way； however slowly and irregularly the multitude may follow？
I should like to believe it。 When gloomy evidence is thrust upon me； I often say to myself： Think of the frequency of the reasonable man； think of him everywhere labouring to spread the light； how is it possible that such efforts should be overborne by forces of blind brutality； now that the human race has got so far？……Yes； yes； but this mortal whom I caress as reasonable； as enlightened and enlightening； this author； investigator； lecturer； or studious gentleman； to whose coat…tails I cling； does h