justified in resisting it. The young person who writes stories or wishes to write fashionable correspondence constantly maintains this position.
These applicants can always furnish unanswerable reasons why it is desirable that their wares should be purchased: they can often say with truth that they are poor ; that they live in a remote village, and would like to see more of the world; that they have a younger brother or sister to educate ; and that they cannot see that what they write is not just as good as a great deal which is published and praised.
They agree in laying the whole blame upon the editor or the publisher.
He is narrow, he is selfish, he is governed by the smallest of small cliques.
How can he have any honorable or justifiable motive for declining compositions of which sister Jane and our excellent neighbor have thought so well?
“I always suspected,” said to me once the husband of a lady whose book had just been refused publication by a well-known house--“I always suspected that Mr.
w-as a snob, but now I am sure of it.”
The present writer has seen a good deal of the literary trade in all its aspects; and so far as he has seen, there is no business more free from favoritism.
The mere fact that it is business and not pleasure puts it on a real basis in this respect.
Every publisher, as such, would rather print a successful book by his worst enemy than an unsuccessful one by his