ess in sending
me your brilliant, searching essays which I hope to be able to read in
the near future. WARREN G. HARDING.

Just as I am always glad that I am an American, so I think we should all
believe whole-heartedly in the glorious future which lies ahead of us.
We should all pay high tribute to the ideals and sincerity of those
great leaders Woodrow Wilson and Warren Harding. What a pity that some
people believe that there is any antagonism or essential difference in
the aims of those two worthy men. Both are absolutely sincere--both
try to make the world a better, more happy place. And to the critic of
history--as to the critic of art and literature--those are the essential
things. Viewing the past and glimpsing the future of American history I
cannot help feeling that Browning had us perhaps unconsciously in mind
when he wrote:

God's in his heaven: All's right with the world!

Chapter Two

CRISTOFER COLOMBO A Comedy of Discovery. In the Manner of James Branch
Cabell

In fourteen hundred ninety two In the city of Genoa.
--Old Song.

They of Genoa tell with a shrug how in the old days Cristofer Colombo
whom men called the Dreamer left Dame Colombo to go in search of the
land of his imagining.

And the tale tells how, on a twilight Thursday, Colombo walked alone
on the edge of a doubtful wood, and viewed many things not salutary
to notice. And there came to him one who was as perversely tall as
a certain unmentionable object and bearded in a manner it is not
convenient to describe.

But Colombo set about that which the stranger said was necessary and
when he had finished he drank the contents of the curious skull as had
been foretold on a certain All-Saints day. Then it was that the stranger
spoke.

"Whom are you", said he, "to be thus wandering in the very unspeakable
forest of the very unnamable sorcerer Thyrston?"

Said Colombo, "I have heard of this Thyrston. And while I do not
criticize, yet I cannot entirely agree with your improper use of the
pronoun WHOM, and oh my dear sir", said Colombo, "those two VERYS would
surely--oh, most surely--be mentioned in 'The Conning Tower'."

"Eh!" said Thyrston, frowning.

"I allude", said Colombo, "to the scribbling of a certain Adams with
whom you are doubtless familiar, and of course, my dear Thyrston", said
Colombo, "I spoke only jestingly, for I am Cristofer Colombo whom men
call the Dreamer, and I go in search of the land of m