Show Pic fiction tion hal magazine there can be little question that many refinements of thought and spirit which every american ii is Beni ible of in the fiction of thi this continent are lost upon our rood good kin beyond the seas whose thumb fingered apprehension requires re aires som something ething gross a and d pal g L 1 azle pable for its assurance ali and d reality t y this ii is not their fault and we are not luro sure anat it is wholly their mis fortune hey they are mado made so AS not to mis miss what they do not find and they are simply content wi without thour those subtleties of life and character w which it gives us so keen a pleasure to have lave noted in literature if they perceive them at all it is as a something vague rogue and 8 something lom omet ething bing that filmily wavea waves be bes fore their sense and nd tease tenses them much as the beier bainge of an invisible world might moc mock one of our material frame by by intimations of their presence e it is with reason therefore on the e part of an english man that mr henley complains of oar fiction is ds a shadow land though te w we a find more and more in it the faithful report of our life its mo tivi ti ves and emotions emo C io and d all the comparatively abr aed passions and nd ideals that influence it in fact the american who chooses homes to enjoy his lis birthright to the full lives in a world wholly diffie different rent from the English mans and speaks too often through his nose another language he breathes a rarefied and nimble air full of shinning shia ing possibilities and radiant promise promises which the clogged leugs of those less favored islanders struggle in vain to fill themselves themi elves with but he ought to be modest in his advantage and patient with the coughing 9 and panting of his cousin who corni plains a 1 of finding himself in air ex va plunging give into idi one of f our novels to be quita I 1 just to the poor poo r fellow we UV haat bad had goina some such experience as that oun elvea ves io in the atmosphere of eoma sama olour of our nore attenuated romances rb mances |