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snakes, and insects, and in their midst, 

 stuffing an owl, sat "the brother-in-law 

 of the haberdasher of Mr. Spurgeon." 

 Against the old man who thus blasphemed 

 beauty, Butler broke into those memorable 

 verses with the refrain " O God ! O Mon- 

 treal!" 



Let us not be discouraged. The direction 

 of our vision is everything, and after wel- 

 tering four years in chaos poor stricken 

 humanity still nurses the unconquerable 

 hope of an ideal state " whose citizens are 

 happy . . . absolutely wise, all of them 

 brave, just, and self-controlled ... all at 

 peace and unity and in the enjoyment of 

 legality, equality, liberty, and all other 

 good things." Lucian's winning picture 

 of this "Universal Happiness" might 

 have been sketched by a Round Table pen 

 or some youthful secretary to the League 

 of Nations. That such hope persists is a 

 witness to the power of ideals to captivate 



