myriad liands that have wrought upon it. engravers, printers, binders, paper- 

 makers, messengers, even the liumble goatherds in far-off Armenia, each for a 

 season giving of his best — out of love. I trust. Brothers, I thank you all ! 



Of the many shortcomings of this work no one could be more sensible than 

 its author. We should all prefer to spend a life-time writing a book, and having 

 written it. to return and do it over again, somewhat otherwise. But book-making 

 is like matrimony, for better or for worse. There is a finality about it which 

 takes the comfort from one's muttered declaration. "I could do it better another 

 time." What I have written I have written. I go now to spend a (luiet day — 

 with the birds. 



WiLLi.\ii Leon D.awsox. 



