DEDICATION OF "THE STORY OF ROSINA" (TO AN IDEAL READER) WHAT would our modern maids to-day? I watch, and can't conjecture: A dubious tale?-an Ibsen play ?— I know not. But this, Child, I know You with my "Dorothy "1-delight You still can read, at any rate, This "STORY OF ROSINA." 1 See ante, P. 104. PROLOGUE TO "EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY VIGNETTES" (THIRD SERIES) "Versate. Quid valeant humeri,”—HOR, Ars Poetica. HOW shall a Writer change his ways? Read his Reviewers' blame, not praise In blame, as Boileau said of old, There ! Let that row of stars extend Yet something of my Point of View Not mine the march, the counter-march, For detail, detail, most I care (Ce superflu, si nécessaire !); I cultivate a private bent For episode, for incident; I take a page of Some One's life, His quarrel with his friend, his wife, His good or evil hap at Court, "His habit as he lived," his sport, The books he read, the trees he planted, The dinners that he ate-or wanted: As much, in short, as one may hope To cover with a microscope. I don't taboo a touch of scandal, Where faults are weaknesses alone. In studies of Life's seamy side I own I feel no special pride; The Fleet, the round-house, and the gibbets Are not among my prize exhibits; Nor could I, if I would, outdo What Fielding wrote, or Hogarth drew. Yet much I love to arabesque What Gautier christened a "Grotesque;" To take his oddities and "lunes," And drape them neatly with festoons, To sum the matter then :-My aim The Evolution of the Time, The struggle between Class and Class, The Crown that falls, the Faith that stands.. EPILOGUE TO “EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY VIGNETTES (SECOND SERIES) WHAT is it then,"—some Reader asks,— it "WHA Your fancy so to fans and masks,— To periwigs and patches? "Is Human Life to-day so poor,- This Age I grant (and grant with pride), But, if you touch its weaker side Belaud it, and it takes your praise With air of calm conviction; Condemn it, and at once you raise A storm of contradiction. |