Preaching unity to men who are cutting one an other's throats, is crying in the wilderness. There are times when souls are so agitated that they are deaf to every direct appeal. Since those June days of which present events are the inevitable couse quence, the author of the story that you are going to read has undertaken the task of being (amiable though he should die of chagrin. He has let his pastorals be laughed at, as he had let everything age be laughed at, without troubling himself at the judgments of a certain kind of criticism. He knows that he has given pleasure to those who love that strain, and that to give pleasure to them that suffer from the same ill as he, in knowing the horror of hate and of revenge, is to do them all the good that they can receive very fleeting, a passing relief, it IS true, but more real than a passionate declamation, and more impressive than a classical demonstration.
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