, and tery of language, I liked it no better. I do not kno stories in alk and act like o me very strongly. tures of to the moral.

    taine seldom, if ever, appeals to our  moral sense. t crikes are t t mans morality springs  self-love is directed and restrained by reason,  follo of all evil; but, of course, I may be aine er opportunities of observing men to  object so muco tirical fables as to tous trutaught by monkeys and foxes.

    But I love quot;t; and quot;ild Animals I ; I feel a genuine interest in t caricatures of men. One sympatreds, laugragedies. And if t a moral, it is so subtle t  conscious of it.

    My mind opened naturally and joyously to a conception of antiquity. Greece, ancient Greece, exercised a mysterious fascination over me. In my fancy till alked face to face  I secretly built so t. I kneribe of nymp quite all, for ty and greed of Medea and Jason oo monstrous to be forgiven, and I used to ed to do ery is still unsolved. I often wonder ime.

    It  made Greece my paradise. I ory of troy before I read it in tly I tle difficulty in making treasures after I  poetry, er t. ould t t of t s odious

    by tions and laborious comments migrut is not necessary t one so define every  its principal parts and its grammatical position in tence in order to understand and appreciate a fine poem. I kno avaricious. I am content t ot  measure t of t splendid epic, nor can I.  passages of t lifts me above tances of my life. My pations are forgotten--my he he