If the monologue is a true literary form, it has not been invented. If it is only a mechanism, such as the rondeau, it is unworthy of prolonged discussion; but that it is a true literary form is proven by the fact that it necessarily co-ordinates with the lyric, epic, and dramatic forms of literature. These show that it is not mechanical or isolated, but as natural as any poetic or literary form. That the monologue is fundamental, no one can doubt who has listened to a little child talking to an imaginary listener, or telephoning in imagination to Santa Claus. That the monologue can reveal profound depths of human nature, no one familiar with Browning can deny. That the form and the spirit of the monologue are almost universal, no one who has looked into English literature can fail to see. This power of the monologue to unite and enrich other phases or forms of literature proves that it is an essential dramatic form, and that its use by recent authors cannot be regarded as a mere desire to be odd. The fact that a story is told by a single speaker does not necessarily make a poem a monologue. Longfellow's "Paul Revere's Ride" is told by the old innkeeper, but the only indication of this is in the opening clause, "Listen, my children." There is hardly another word in the story that takes color from his individual character. The poem is simply a narrative, and the same is true of all "The Tales of a Wayside Inn." Mr. Chesterton calls "Muleykeh" and "Clive," by Browning, "possibly the two best stories in poetry told in the best manner of story-telling." Now, are these poems stories or monologues? They are both of them monologues. The chief interest is not in the events, but in the characters portrayed. Every event, every word, and every phrase has the coloring of human motives and experience. The events of "Muleykeh" from the narrative point of view are few. Muleykeh, or Pearl, is the name of a beautiful horse belonging to Hoseyn, a poor Arab. The rich Duhl offers the price of a thousand camels for Muleykeh, but his offer is rejected. He steals Pearl by night. Hoseyn is awakened and pursues on another horse. He sees that "dog, Duhl," does not know how to ride Muleykeh, and shouts to the fellow what to do to get better speed. The thief takes the hint, and touching the "right ear" and pressing with the foot Pearl's "left flank," escapes. His neighbors "jeered him" for not holding his tongue, when he might easily have had her. "'And beaten in speed!' wept Hoseyn: 'You never have loved my Pearl.'" This poem is in the form of a story, but it is colored not only by the character of the Arab and his well-known love of a horse, but by a narrator who can reveal the character and the peculiar love of the weeping Hoseyn. Any one reading the poem aloud must feel that though Browning may have intended it as a story, he was so affected by the dramatic point of view, that it is in spirit, though not in form, essentially a monologue.