God grant that you may live to a good old age, Martin. The world is better for such a man as you. How shall I speak of my dear old friend Charles Lever, and his rattling, jolly, joyous, swearing Irishmen. Surely never did a sense of vitality come so constantly from a man鈥檚 pen, nor from man鈥檚 voice, as from his! I knew him well for many years, and whether in sickness or in health, I have never come across him without finding him to be running over with wit and fun. Of all the men I have encountered, he was the surest fund of drollery. I have known many witty men, many who could say good things, many who would sometimes be ready to say them when wanted, though they would sometimes fail 鈥?but he never failed. Rouse him in the middle of the night, and wit would come from him before he was half awake. And yet he never monopolised the talk, was never a bore. He would take no more than his own share of the words spoken, and would yet seem to brighten all that was said during the night. His earlier novels 鈥?the later I have not read 鈥?are just like his conversation. The fun never flags, and to me, when I read them, they were never tedious. As to character he can hardly be said to have produced it. Corney Delaney, the old manservant, may perhaps be named as an exception. 鈥楾he quite new school at Batala, the first Boys鈥?School in which Christianity is taught, has already risen to 175 pupils. The house is too small, and I. D. is going to give up his for it, and take another. The religious instruction has been given by three natives.鈥? 鈥楴o doubt,鈥?the other replied, drily. 鈥楤ut perhaps that was a form of eccentricity. People are sometimes too affectionate by half.鈥? I think, upon the whole, that publishers themselves have been the best editors of magazines, when they have been able to give time and intelligence to the work. Nothing certainly has ever been done better than Blackwood鈥檚. The Cornhill, too, after Thackeray had left it and before Leslie Stephen had taken it, seemed to be in quite efficient hands 鈥?those hands being the hands of proprietor and publisher. The proprietor, at any rate, knows what he wants and what he can afford, and is not so frequently tempted to fall into that worst of literary quicksands, the publishing of matter not for the sake of the readers, but for that of the writer. I did not so sin very often, but often enough to feel that I was a coward. 鈥淢y dear friend, my dear friend, this is trash!鈥?It is so hard to speak thus 鈥?but so necessary for an editor! We all remember the thorn in his pillow of which Thackeray complained. Occasionally I know that I did give way on behalf of some literary aspirant whose work did not represent itself to me as being good; and as often as I did so, I broke my trust to those who employed me. Now, I think that such editors as Thackeray and myself 鈥?if I may, for the moment, be allowed to couple men so unequal 鈥?will always be liable to commit such faults, but that the natures of publishers and proprietors will be less soft. 色就色 综合偷拍区欧美,天天色综合,网友自拍偷拍 Daresby. This is some error. By whose warrant do you dare to apprehend one of his Majesty鈥檚 subjects? Those that were Dumb, sing out aloud thy Praise; They pointed to where Herbert sat disconsolate; and the dapper little soldier, who was still trim in figure, and straight as a dart, walked over to the lad and gave him a friendly pat on the back.