passages of mere twaddle.
He does not, like William Black, catch the same salmon over again so many times in a single story, and with such ever-increasing fulness of detail, that Izaak Walton
himself would at last be bored into an impulse of forbearance; he does not, like Clark Russell
, keep his heroine for nearly a year running about half-clothed over scorching rocks upon a tropical island, and then go into raptures over the dazzling whiteness of her bosom.
So in the use of language, Howells
does not, like Hardy
, write ‘tactical observation’ where he means ‘tactful;’ or, like Haggard
, say ‘those sort of reflections.’
It is a curious thing that on the very points where America
formerly went to school to England
, we should now have to praise our own authors for setting a decent example.
Can it be that, as time goes on, the habit of careful writing is one day to be set aside carelessly, as a mere American whim?
In Professor Bain
's essay ‘On Teaching English
, with Detailed Examples’ one finds such phrases on the part of the author as ‘Sixty themes or thereby
are handled in these pages’ (p. 38),