better Miss Muloch's John Halifax, --a popular book in its time, but not read very much since.
He calls Charles Reade a clever and amusing writer.
We find nothing concerning Disraeli, Trollope, or Wilkie Collins.
Neither do we hear of critical and historical writers like Ruskin, Matthew Arnold, Carlyle, and Froude.
He went, however, to call on Carlyle in England, and was greatly impressed by his conversation.
The scope of Longfellow's reading does not compare with that of Emerson or Marian Evans; but the doctors say that every man of forty knows the food that is good for him, and this is true mentally as well as physically.
He refers more frequently to Tennyson than to any other writer, and always in a generous, cordial manner.
Of the Idyls of the King he says that the first and third Idyls could only have come from a great poet, but that the second and fourth are not quite equal to the others.
Once, at his sister's house, he held out a book in his hand and said: Here is s