and well chosen; it’s the right word." It was a revelation to me at the time that one word was better than another if they both meant the same thing. On thinking it over, I saw that no two words do mean exactly the same thing, and that there is only one right word in a hundred to express exactly your meaning and to give life to it. The other ninety-and-nine words are but poor relations--nay! they are all dead corpses. Perhaps you remember Millais’ wonderfully popular picture called "Cinderella." A beautiful healthy English child, with deep dreamy eyes and long wavy golden hair sits on a stool by the kitchen fire holding in her hand a birch broom emblem of her kitchen toil. It is a fascinating picture. At home I look on a coloured print of it nearly every day of the week. The most brilliant thing on the canvas is the patch of scarlet in the dainty cap the child wears. That single dab of red seems to concentrate in itself the whole colour-scheme of the picture. It is the keynote. Now a single word in a sentence sometimes gives a startling effect. It strikes a strong, clear, ringing note which keys the writer’s passing mood, fascinates us with its vividness, and sticks in the memory ever after. It is a colour-patch in literary art which dominates the picture and arrests attention, as in Shakespeare’s "Every yesterday hath lighted fools The way to _dusty_ death!" Or, "The _primrose_ path to the eternal bonfire." Or Pope’s "Quick effluvia darting through the brain Die of a rose in _aromatic_ pain." Also "Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me _languish_ into life." And Gray’s inimitable couplet: "There pipes the song-thrush, and the skylark there Scatters his _loose_ notes in the waste of air."