ally there, but
what he chooses should be there.

But with pen in hand, and the blessed white paper before one, there is
no need to be anything in the world but what one is. Our dignity must
look after itself, and the dignity that we claim is worth nothing,
especially if it is falsely claimed. But even the meanest flower that
blows may claim to blossom as it can, and as indeed it must. In the
democracy of flowers, even the dandelion has a right to a place, if it
can find one, and to a vote, if it can get one; and even if it cannot,
the wind is kind to it, and floats its arrowy down far afield, by wood
and meadow, and into the unclaimed waste at last._

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. JOYOUS GARD, PRELUDE 1

II. IDEAS 7

III. POETRY 10

IV. POETRY AND LIFE 15

V. ART 22

VI. ART AND MORALITY 35

VII. INTERPRETATION 46

VIII. EDUCATION 54

IX. KNOWLEDGE 59

X. GROWTH 69

XI. EMOTION 77

XII. MEMORY 86

XIII. RETROSPECT 98

XIV. HUMOUR 107

XV. VISIONS 119

XVI. THOUGHT 126

XVII. ACCESSIBILITY 136

XVIII. SYMPATHY 148

XIX. SCIENCE 157

XX. WORK 166

XXI. HOPE 173

XXII. EXPERIENCE 184

XXIII. FAITH 193

XXIV. PROGRESS 204

XXV. THE SENSE OF BEAUTY 212

XXVI. THE PRINCIPLE OF BEAUTY 220

XXVII. LIFE 228

JOYOUS GARD

I

PRELUDE

The Castle of _Joyous Gard_ in the _Morte D'Arthur_ was Sir Lancelot's
own castle, that he had won with his own hands. It was full of
victual, and all manner of mirth a