just _because_ they are immortal poets, and are not scribblers of to-day. When will men understand that the reading of great books is a faculty to be acquired, not a natural gift, at least not to those who are spoiled by our current education and habits of life? _Ceci tuera cela_,[28] the last great poet might have said of the first circulating library. An insatiable appetite for new novels makes it as hard to read a masterpiece as it seems to a Parisian boulevardier to live in a quiet country. Until a man can truly enjoy a draft of clear water bubbling from a mountain side, his taste is in an unwholesome state. And so he who finds the Heliconian spring insipid should look to the state of his nerves. Putting aside the iced air of the difficult mountain tops of epic, tragedy, or psalm, there are some simple pieces which may serve as an unerring test of a healthy or a vicious taste for imaginative work. If the _Cid_, the _Vita Nuova_, the _Canterbury Tales_, Shakespeare's _Sonnets_, and _Lycidas_ pall on a man; if he care not for Malory's _Morte d'Arthur_ and the _Red Cross Knight_; if he thinks _Crusoe_ and the _Vicar_ books for the young; if he thrill not with _The Ode to the West Wind_, and _The Ode to a Grecian Urn_; if he have no stomach for _Christabel_ or the lines written on _The Wye above Tintern Abbey_, he should fall on his knees and pray for a cleanlier and quieter spirit. The intellectual system of most of us in these days needs "to purge and to live cleanly." Only by a course of treatment shall we bring our minds to feel at peace with the grand pure works of the world. Something we ought all to know of the masterpieces of antiquity, and of the other nations of Europe. To understand a great national poet, such as Dante, Calderon, Corneille, or Goethe, is to know other types of human civilisation in ways which a library of histories does not sufficiently teach. The great masterpieces of the world are thus, quite apart from the charm and solace they give us, the master instruments of a solid education. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 23: From "The Choice of Books," 1891. Printed here by permission of The Macmillan Company.] [Footnote 24: Books intensely desired.] [Footnote 25: Thing said in passing.] [Footnote 26: Floating scattered on the vast abyss.] [Footnote 27: "And here my books--my life--absorb me whole," Cowper's translation of Milton's Latin Epistle to Diodati.] [Footnote 28: This will destroy that.] ON GOING A JOURNEY[29] WILLIAM HAZLITT One of the pleasantest things in the world is going a journey; but I like to go by myself. I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is company enough for me. I am then never less alone than when alone. "The fields his study, nature was his book."