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have done, and are eaten up with care about

what they want to do. It is so important in
their eyes that what they call their next brain
production should be better than the last.1

‘ Poor men,' sighed Fairbrass. ‘ How

sad for them ! ’
‘ Y es,’ assented the Kneeling Knight;
‘ it does seem rather sad, but it’s all the

better for the world. If every great man

was content with having done one great
thing, just look what his fellow-creatures
would have missed. The pity of it is that

writers and artists so seldom know the
amount of good they do/

1 How do you mean ? 1 asked Fairbrass.
* I'll give you an instance,’ said the

Kneeling Knight. i Not very long ago a
young poet visited this church. His first

little volume of verse had just been pub­
lished, and he had a smartly-bound copy of

it in his pocket. The day before he had
been very, very proud of it ; but that

morning1 s post had brought him a news­
paper— an influential newspaper—in which