Literature and art, at their noblest, function in that instinctive way. They become the unconscious expression of a civilization. A nation passes out of its adolescent preoccupation with plans and with materials. It learns to do its work, precisely as Goethe bade the artist do his task, without talking about it. We, too, shall outgrow in time our questioning, our self-analysis, our futile comparison of ourselves with other nations, our self-conscious study of our own national character. We shall not forget the distinction between "each" and "all," but "all" will increasingly be placed at the service of "each." With fellowship based upon individualism, and with individualism ever leading to fellowship, America will perform its vital tasks, and its literature will be the unconscious and beautiful utterance of its inner life. THE END. The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS U. S. A. * * * * * Transcriber's Notes Pages 53, 141: Changed the oe ligature to oe in the name Crèvecoeur: (Settlers like Crèvecoeur), (enthusiasm of a settler like Crèvecoeur) Page 67: Changed compaign to campaign: (Their compaign of "exposure," during the last decade,) Page 165: Retained the spaced 't is, to match original line of poetry: ("If my bark sinks, 't is to another sea.") Page 222: Changed conciousness to consciousness: (the preoccupied colonial conciousness.) Page 223: Changed explans to explains: (It explans the still lingering popular suspicion) Page 232: Changed sojurns to sojourns: (Fenimore Cooper came home from long sojurns in Europe.)