The deepest truth connected with the permanency of art is that there must be style, which does not stand for the same thing as diction, nor for the same thing as characteristic stroke, manner, or tone. Mere deftness with the brush, mere cleverness with the fiddle-bow, mere facility in the doing of word-jugglery, cannot pass into permanent art, and this is the lesson we need to-day. We take verbal style too seriously when we reckon with it as of more importance than fresh thought and enlarged ideals. It is not the art of saying nothing well that wins in the long run; it is the art of saying a great thing with a simple charm of style which does most to enrich literature. Indeed, great things are themselves simple, the greatest the simplest. Nothing is well said when nothing is said. THE END PRINTED AT THE LAKESIDE PRESS FOR HERBERT S. STONE & CO. PUBLISHERS, CHICAGO October, 1896. _Established May, 1896._ Number 1. Catalogue of The Publications of Herbert S. Stone & Company The Caxton Building, Chicago. [Illustration] _To be had of all Booksellers, or will be sent postpaid on receipt of price by the Publishers._ [Illustration] HENRY JAMES. =WHAT MAISIE KNEW;= a novelette. 16mo. $1.25. The announcement of a new book by Mr. James is in itself an event of no slight literary importance. The present volume represents his latest work and is worthy the attention of all persons interested in English and American letters. RICHARD LE GALLIENNE. =PROSE FANCIES;= second series, by the author of “The Book-bills of Narcissus,” etc., with a cover designed by Frank Hazenplug. 16mo. $1.25. “In these days of Beardsley pictures and decadent novels, it is good to find a book as sweet, as pure, as delicate as Mr. Le Gallienne’s.”—NEW ORLEANS PICAYUNE. “PROSE FANCIES ought to be in everyone’s summer library, for it is just the kind of a book one loves to take to some secluded spot to read and dream over.”—KANSAS CITY TIMES. “There are witty bits of sayings by the score, and sometimes whole paragraphs of nothing but wit. Somewhere there is a little skit about ‘Scotland, the country that takes its name from the whisky made there,’ and the transposed proverb like: ‘It is an ill wind for the shorn lamb,’ and ‘Many rise on the stepping stones of their dead relations,’ are brilliant. ‘Most of us would never be heard of were it not for our enemies,’ is a capital epigram.”—CHICAGO TIMES-HERALD.